Found a sticky, fermented fruit juice storage device today—a bee hive! (Touching it was a mistake. A very loud, very painful mistake.) But now I have so many questions! Why do Earth insects build such precise hexagonal architecture? Why does their defense mechanism involve self-sacrifice? And why does my Suataka friend keep laughing while putting cold mashed plant pulp on my swollen fingers? Also, I am officially declaring war on all yellow-and-black striped sky terrorists. The Ukkinmul Royal Fleet once routed the Dreadnoughts of Xyrr-7—I will devise countermeasures. 🐝⚔️

(PS: The bee juice is delicious though. Worth the treason.)