A queen bee dons a mask to disguise her smile. Mating is sweet, mysterious, and sticky in the complex—it’s also the centerpiece of this party. Drones compose the queen’s glistening costume, and occasionally one falls off, rendered unusable, so another latches on.
Workers wear masks in solidarity, slowly absorbing voluptuous droplets of honey while dancing hexagonally to warm the wax. A refreshing breeze carries the party’s Dionysian sweetness around the world.
“Why are sunsets so beautiful?” you wonder as the sweetness meets and then melts your cortex. Your mind turns to royal jelly and the party begins again.