In the heart of the god forsaken forest, nestled within the ant tribe's domain, Akun sat on top the castle's rooftop, He stared at the moon. Its silvary light lit up the forest, making long shadows benith the trees. In the silence, he thought deeply about things.
"Honestly," he thought, "how long has it been since I've had some real fun?" As the moonlight bathed his body, Akun's thoughts drifted back to an important day etched into his memory. "Ever since that day when the anthill was completely destroyed," he whispered to himself, his fingers clenching, "I can't bear to leave my people alone. I wouldn't forgive myself if something bad happened to them while I was away."
He vividly remembered the struggles of the anthill, which showed both despair and resilience. That day's challenges had made Akun even more determined, and he had stayed watchful, guarding his kin.
