Bashful Beekeeper

Welcome traveller! Please, do not be fearful. I may look intimidating, but I can assure you I am harmless. Welcome to the Beehive. A place teeming with life. The sounds of buzzing fill your ears, encapsulating you. The raging hues of yellow spread far and wide across the hive, joy written on every wall and crevice, hoping to be spread to any visitors. Do you feel it? Do you feel happy? I do. I’m happy. I’m happy you’re here. The bees have never been this excited before.

This place is their sanctuary. Their paradise. A place where fear and regret are all forgotten. A place where bees can belong, feel included. Your planet was once this way. A sanctuary for your kind to feel included. It must be lonely being the last of your race. I’ve been there. I felt alone. Now I have millions of tiny and beautiful friends. The greatest companions anyone could ask for. I’m grateful being their caretaker. They stood by me at my worst.

It appears you have some special connection to them. It’s like nothing I’ve seen before. It’s as if they’re drawn to you. They like your presence. Very intriguing. This isn’t like your kind.

May I just ask, what are you?