The Honeybee’s Guidepost
A single honeybee was darting about around the flowers. Its movements seemed oddly rhythmic, as if it were per...
A single honeybee was darting about around the flowers. Its movements seemed oddly rhythmic, as if it were per...
A twisting, irregular pattern caught my eye. It was carved into a small black monument. Looking around, I noti...
Various vases of different shapes were scattered before me. As if guided by them, I began to walk slowly forwa...
I am walking. Where this road leads, whether there is hope waiting ahead—I have no idea. Still, I keep walking...