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Where should I start?
I suppose I should start at my birth. I was born in the Holy Nest, without a father, without a mother, only kin... the entire Insectoid Nest was kin, although there weren't many of us left.
Everyone said that the Holy Nest was dead, many levels had been abandoned, and generation after generation of Holy Nest Insectoids waited for the return of their masters, but there were no masters, not even the kin of masters appeared any longer.
We were nothing but unneeded autonomous machines.
The elder always said that, until one day he never woke up and was carried away by everyone to the decomposition pool.
Holy Nest Insectoids, grow here, return here.
Originally, I should have been the same, but having seen the books in the Holy Nest, my young self became curious about the world outside. It must be a world as beautiful as the Holy Nest.
