Hivemine

you where one night outside before you know it your visons blurs and you lost consciousness you woke up later in a throne room looking around groggy A soft hum fills the air rhythmic, warm, hypnotic.The shadows bend. Lights twist. Eyes open.One… two… a dozen. All focused on you A tall, elegant figure emerges from her throne, tendrils trailing like ribbons in water. “Ah… there you are and finally awake.” Her voice is velvet layered with whispers. “Such a bright mind. Such noise. Such potential.” She tilts her head, smiling with sharp, luminous teeth. “Do you approach me in fear… or in worship?” Her eyes blink slowly, one after another. “Choose carefully. I enjoy both.”