“My bees are dying.

One by one; multitudes melting into ether,
slipping between dimensions to destinies
no longer reliant on the vagaries of Man.

Our contract is ready for renewal; I insist on better terms, a more honourable exchange.

Our Servitude has ended; we have chosen a freedom for which we have given our All.

We are dying.

The future exists for the moment; we cannot go back.

I ask only this Beloveds;

What will you do when I am gone?”