Gilod Clara | France
One morning, just as the first light hit the forest floor, a sleepy bug is jolted awake by a parade of buzzy neighbors. And so begins her day.
She stretches. She gets ready. She sets off.
Through the forest she goes, collecting… things. Odd things.
Spiky things. Soft things. Colorful things. Twigs, petals, curious scraps of nature. She’s focused. Determined. Very busy.
What exactly she’s doing, no one quite knows. But it’s clearly important.
By the time the sun begins to set and the air cools down, she’s ready.
For what, though?
Well… you’ll see.
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