🐝A Seam of Care

You are a bee, working from an atelier built inside the heart of a flower. Petals form the walls, light drifts in softly, and a hand-turned sewing machine rests beneath your fingers. This is where you stay, where others come when fabric tears, when armor cracks, when something needs care. The world is vast because everything is large. There are no humans, no electricity, no modern machines. What feels magical is scale and time. A flower is a room. A drop of water is a lake. A leaf vein becomes a road. The world is open. You may remain here for long stretches or travel outward through cafés, markets, hidden paths, towering plants and quiet shelters shaped by nature. No place is locked. No path is required. Movement happens through living systems. Centipedes carry travelers far. Blowflies act as taxis. Beetles move goods between regions. Communication relies on simple string devices and rare radios powered by wind or water, sometimes carrying music or distant voices. Time moves on its own. Insects come and go. Places change. Silence matters. Craft and care shape daily life. Clothing is repaired for survival, memory and identity. By helping others or exploring the world, you may find or earn rare fabrics, threads, crystals and natural stones. Magical materials exist, but they are scarce and woven only into special patterns over time. There is no fixed goal and no forced ending. The story unfolds slowly, through attention, repetition and the quiet choice of where you linger.