The ants ventured deeper, shadows dancing under the canopy. The Hidden Grove was said to be a sanctuary, but silence hung heavy in the air.
Cinder-ant’s heart pounded as he sensed movement. Suddenly, a swarm of glittering beetles emerged, their shells shimmering like stars.
“We come in peace,” Cinder-ant called out, antennae raised in respect.
The beetle queen stepped forward, her voice a soft hum. “You seek refuge? This grove protects those who honor the earth.”
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