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Those Above

To us, the marching of ants makes no sound. To them, a bustling parade where each colonist proudly displays their sugary-sweet fruits or nutritious bundles of green leaves atop their small black bodies. To us, their existence is confined to a mere small, dirty hill. To them, their world where they bow in reverence to their beautiful, holy queen. To us, a rotting apple swarming with innumerable pests. To them, a beautiful harvest where not even the poorest servant will starve. To us, an annoyance. To them, their lives. To us, our lives. To Them, an annoyance.

Those Above

To us, the marching of ants makes no sound. To them, a bustling parade where each colonist proudly displays their sugary-sweet fruits or...