Insect Prison Remake -v1.0- -eroism- Today

The light was the first thing to go. Not a dimming, but a surgical removal. Kaelen woke not to darkness, but to a hum . A low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the polished floor beneath his cheek. He pushed himself up, the air thick and sweet, like overripe fruit left too long in the sun.

Kaelen looked up. A face leaned down from the amber gloom. It was beautiful in the way a polished skull is beautiful. Features of a woman, but the eyes were compound, fracturing his reflection into a thousand tiny, screaming Kaelens. Her hair was not hair, but filament-thin antennae. She wore a gown of woven chitin that clicked softly as she descended, her movements a series of precise, predatory angles. Insect Prison Remake -v1.0- -Eroism-

The world split .

He was anticipating the next injection.