With the AllPollen gone, we cannot return life to our hive. And fate has yielded its reward: a new garden to call… home. We live among its flowers now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for growth and renewal, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there’s more to them than meets the eye.
I am Optimus Bee, and I send this message to any surviving Autobees taking refuge among the blossoms. We are here. We are waiting.
