Once, anda were wandering around in nature, rather far from home. anda had no particular intent, but were simply enjoying the exploration of a place you'd never been before. anda came upon the edge of what appeared to be a forest. anda wandered closer, thinking to yourself that anda hadn't thought there was a forest here. anda looked up at the tall, green trees to see hundreds of peaceful little honeybees buzzing about. From such a distance, the sound was almost comforting.

Once anda had almost breached the forest, the buzzing grew louder and lebih intense. anda realized that the bees had surrounded anda entirely. anda felt vaguely as if they wanted something from you, and decided against fighting and eating them, atau trying to force your way through a volley of stinging. anda stretched out your arms in good faith, and the bees responded in kind. They swarmed to jubah you, but there was no malice in the action. Indeed, anda felt that the understanding of their base desire anda had experienced went both ways, and made it known to the bees that anda wanted to wear them as a shirt.

The bees, respecting not only your calm and reasonable nature, but also your quick understanding and usage of your shared communicative link, happily complied with your wish. Your kemeja of bees felt strange, but not unpleasant. It provided a sense of protection like anda had never experienced before. lebih physically, the efforts of the bees themselves offered a sense of guidance and direction, which anda recognized would be invaluable in this deep and unfamiliar forest. As anda felt the bees gently urge anda to enter the forest, anda decided to place the whole of your trust in them and follow where anda felt them lead.

anda took your first step into the forest. At once anda could feel that the bees had much lebih influence over reality in this place, and anda knew that your trust had not been misplaced. anda quickly lost any physical perception of the world outside the forest, as if anda were in a separate plane of reality somehow. But this feeling was soothing rather than frightening to you.

anda could see a path laid out before you. Not with your eyes, of course; the surrounding wilderness seemed entirely untouched oleh human hands. But the path the bees were taking anda on was clearer than anything anda could have imagined before that moment. anda felt a deep sensation of peace wash over anda at the same time as anda were being filled with purpose. Your ability to bask in the depths of these newfound experiences was almost as pleasant as the simple experience of overwhelming nature. But as anda relied on the bees to guide your way, your sense of wonder found anda taken oleh surprise when a small but deadly-looking harimau kumbang, panther leapt from the branches above.

anda felt fear try to force its way into your thoughts, but the inner strength anda had never known before that hari kept anda from sinking into an instinctual fight-or-flight reaction. Your mind raced, and though your deliberation felt like ages to you, anda rather quickly decided to scare the harimau kumbang, panther so that he would be too afraid to attack you. The bees that permeated the forest sensed your desire, and felt that it was good. The courage to stand your ground balanced with the mercy to avoid violence was worthy and favorable in the eyes of the bees, and so they saw fit to ensure your success.

Thousands of bees gathered behind you, and worked in tandem to give anda the appearance of a massive winged monster. The sound was deafening, and the ground was dark, and the harimau kumbang, panther before anda was struck oleh a deep terror. He fled with great speed and trembling, and showed no signs of slowing oleh the time he left your sight. Their task accomplished, the bees dispersed back into the forest, though your kemeja remained. With the danger passed and your jantung rate slowing back down, anda resumed your journey.

anda followed the path as they nudged anda for only a short while longer when anda emerged in a spacious clearing. Though still shielded from the sun oleh a roof of leaves and branches, there was no longer thick underbrush hindering your movement atau vision. And at the end of this strange clearing, anda saw a golden structure.

As anda drew near, the detail of this apparent shrine became clearer. It was in the shape of a massive segi enam, hexagon on the ground, with pillars taller than any human at each corner. Near the top, the pillars slanted inward, but not so far that they connected with each other. At the edges between the pillars were stairways, rising nearly two meters before flattening into a smaller (though still large) segi enam, hexagon platform. anda ascended the stairs, and saw in the very center of the high platform one final raised hexagon. anda approached this altar, and saw in its center a basin filled with honey.

This was the purest, clearest, most delicious looking honey anda had ever seen. It almost seemed to shine, and anda could feel that it was not only of great significance, but of great power as well. anda stood there, pondering what to do selanjutnya for hours, atau perhaps it was only a few seconds. Though anda had enjoyed your adventure so far, and did trust the bees, this somehow felt like it was too much. All the doubt and fear and anxiety that anda had avoided feeling so far came upon anda at once. It was nearly debilitating, and caused the incredible abnormality of your situation to dawn on you. The fear of what would happen if anda continued set in, and this time it overcame you. anda decided to leave.

As anda descended the shrine and began making your way back home, the bees that adorned anda left without fighting. They remained, with so many others, at the altar. A profound sense of disappointment swept through all the bees of the forest, and sadness through those who had been with you. Their hope was shattered. The one they had thought would fulfill the prophecy had abandoned them. But the prophecy remained, and the bees were determined that they would see it realized someday. At a later time, oleh different hands, and perhaps even oleh a different generation of bees, but it would come true. The False One would be stopped. He had to be.