The Guard
Silent and eternally waiting, the fold stands ready in relaxed attention. A quiet hiss permeates the cavern, blending in with the sound of a constant drip, drip, drip. The humidity wraps itself around everything in this tomb, dripping stale moisture from the ceiling high above, drip, drip.
We guard the hive, the hive protects us, we guard the hive, the hive respects us.
“Thunk!”, a new sound emerges from the tunnel in the distance. Thousands of hands at once twitch in pre-alarm. “Snap!”…a bright light violates the dark and gloom, punching through the mist. Streaks of lit rays wash up and down the infinite living walls.
The hive has been breached. We awake in unison, silently detaching ourselves from the wall.
We have visitors to greet.
We guard the hive, the hive protects us…