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He did not know how he got there.

Or how long he was inside the hexagon cell.

Whether the wings were unnatural or were always a part of him.

All he knew was the shades of golden yellows and orange. The sweet taste of honey on tongue.

And one phrase once that buzzed in his mind: [i]Serve the Hive[/i]

Commission wonderfully drawn by :@Kandlin