[A Bug's Life]

Your first steps into the unknown are unremarkable, for the most part. This longer room is not much different from the room you share with the other small ones, save for the many doors present along each wall.



This is the first time you’ve realized there may be rooms beyond yours and the room the large ones come from. There are no large ones in this long room now, so they must be somewhere else.

Your world never had a “somewhere else” before.



When you step over the threshold, your hand instinctively lifts to shield your eyes from the searing light. Water wells up in the corners of your eyes, a sensation unfamiliar to you - your room never hurt this badly!

But just as you think you should scurry back inside, your vision adjusts and the pain slumps away until it’s only a prickle. Alright.

You blink a few times to clear out the last of the black spots. Now you can make out the ceiling, so high and bluer than anything you’ve ever seen, and you notice that out here the clangs that formed the background noise to your life are much louder.



As you scan this new room - it’s so big you can barely see any walls - you notice three main things to investigate.

Little cylindrical things, shiny in a way that stabs if you look at them wrong, lie on the ground to one side. You can see more beyond them.

A hole hangs open and crusty in a wall to the other direction.

Not far from it, tracks of something reddy-brown - more vibrant than you’ve ever seen! - slink across another wall and around a corner.