Once, wewe were wandering around in nature, rather far from home. wewe had no particular intent, but were simply enjoying the exploration of a place you'd never been before. wewe came upon the edge of what appeared to be a forest. wewe wandered closer, thinking to yourself that wewe hadn't thought there was a forest here. wewe looked up at the tall, green trees to see hundreds of peaceful little honeybees buzzing about. From such a distance, the sound was almost comforting.

Once wewe had almost breached the forest, the buzzing grew louder and zaidi intense. wewe realized that the bees had surrounded wewe entirely. wewe felt vaguely as if they wanted something from you, and decided against fighting and eating them, au trying to force your way through a volley of stinging. wewe stretched out your arms in good faith, and the bees responded in kind. They swarmed to vazi, pazia you, but there was no malice in the action. Indeed, wewe felt that the understanding of their base desire wewe had experienced went both ways, and made it known to the bees that wewe wanted to wear them as a shirt.

The bees, respecting not only your calm and reasonable nature, but also your quick understanding and usage of your shared communicative link, happily complied with your wish. Your shati of bees felt strange, but not unpleasant. It provided a sense of protection like wewe had never experienced before. zaidi physically, the efforts of the bees themselves offered a sense of guidance and direction, which wewe recognized would be invaluable in this deep and unfamiliar forest. As wewe felt the bees gently urge wewe to enter the forest, wewe decided to place the whole of your trust in them and follow where wewe felt them lead.

wewe took your first step into the forest. At once wewe could feel that the bees had much zaidi influence over reality in this place, and wewe knew that your trust had not been misplaced. wewe quickly Lost any physical perception of the world outside the forest, as if wewe were in a separate plane of reality somehow. But this feeling was soothing rather than frightening to you.

wewe could see a path laid out before you. Not with your eyes, of course; the surrounding wilderness seemed entirely untouched kwa human hands. But the path the bees were taking wewe on was clearer than anything wewe could have imagined before that moment. wewe felt a deep sensation of peace wash over wewe at the same time as wewe were being filled with purpose. Your ability to bask in the depths of these newfound experiences was almost as pleasant as the simple experience of overwhelming nature. But as wewe relied on the bees to guide your way, your sense of wonder found wewe taken kwa surprise when a small but deadly-looking panther leapt from the branches above.

wewe felt fear try to force its way into your thoughts, but the inner strength wewe had never known before that siku kept wewe from sinking into an instinctual fight-or-flight reaction. Your mind raced, and though your deliberation felt like ages to you, wewe rather quickly decided to scare the panther so that he would be too afraid to attack you. The bees that permeated the forest sensed your desire, and felt that it was good. The courage to stand your ground balanced with the mercy to avoid violence was worthy and favorable in the eyes of the bees, and so they saw fit to ensure your success.

Thousands of bees gathered behind you, and worked in tandem to give wewe the appearance of a massive winged monster. The sound was deafening, and the ground was dark, and the panther before wewe was struck kwa a deep terror. He fled with great speed and trembling, and showed no signs of slowing kwa the time he left your sight. Their task accomplished, the bees dispersed back into the forest, though your shati remained. With the danger passed and your moyo rate slowing back down, wewe resumed your journey.

wewe followed the path as they nudged wewe for only a short while longer when wewe emerged in a spacious clearing. Though still shielded from the sun kwa a roof of leaves and branches, there was no longer thick underbrush hindering your movement au vision. And at the end of this strange clearing, wewe saw a golden structure.

As wewe drew near, the detail of this apparent shrine became clearer. It was in the shape of a massive hexagon, pembesita on the ground, with pillars taller than any human at each corner. Near the top, the pillars slanted inward, but not so far that they connected with each other. At the edges between the pillars were stairways, rising nearly two meters before flattening into a smaller (though still large) hexagon, pembesita platform. wewe ascended the stairs, and saw in the very center of the high platform one final raised hexagon. wewe approached this altar, and saw in its center a basin filled with honey.

This was the purest, clearest, most delicious looking honey wewe had ever seen. It almost seemed to shine, and wewe could feel that it was not only of great significance, but of great power as well. wewe stood there, pondering what to do inayofuata for hours, au perhaps it was only a few seconds. Though wewe had enjoyed your adventure so far, and did trust the bees, this somehow felt like it was too much. All the doubt and fear and anxiety that wewe had avoided feeling so far came upon wewe at once. It was nearly debilitating, and caused the incredible abnormality of your situation to dawn on you. The fear of what would happen if wewe continued set in, and this time it overcame you. wewe decided to leave.

As wewe descended the shrine and began making your way back home, the bees that adorned wewe left without fighting. They remained, with so many others, at the altar. A profound sense of disappointment swept through all the bees of the forest, and sadness through those who had been with you. Their hope was shattered. The one they had thought would fulfill the prophecy had abandoned them. But the prophecy remained, and the bees were determined that they would see it realized someday. At a later time, kwa different hands, and perhaps even kwa a different generation of bees, but it would come true. The False One would be stopped. He had to be.