Within the amber gold hive, its viscous honey-like substance converting a once occupied area, you were lost within its winding halls. Whatever your purpose here, be it survival or exploration, it is clear that this region is hazardous to tread for anyone who retains their sense of self...

Before long, those who dwell in the honeyed depths would take note of their newly fresh visitor. As a sole latex bee drone noticed your unconverted presence, its beady dark eyes silently staring at you. It then began to approach you, their arms reaching out to simply mold you to become one of them. For the drone invites you to their collective under their sweet embrace...