Life on a magical farm. Inktober 2025: The dream of bees. 🐝

The hive sleeps, but its dream is movement.
Bees hum in tune with the moon’s shifting face,
feel the pull of constellations,
follow rhythms older than time.
Their glow isn’t just light—
it’s memory of how the universe breathes through wings.
Each hexagon a note,
each flight a quiet prayer.