For millennia we cultivated our seed and scanned the heavens. At last we discovered fertile ground on which to sow.
When it was time our seed loosed from its moorings and shot upward, leaving the hive to crumble in a boiling sea.
Upward we went, breaking the water’s surface, through a crimson sky, toward the heavens, toward our new home. There we would take root, grow a new seed, and begin again.