Comhroinn Fuaime

the rooftop gardens. Everyone knows me.” “Viral?” asked a curious ladybug. “Yes,” Volt smirked. “If you’re not seen, you don’t exist.” Nearby, a tired honeybee named Mara landed heavily on a leaf. She had been flying all day between scarce flowers, as construction slowly replaced green spaces. “Visibility isn’t everything,” Mara said softly. “Survival is.” Volt laughed. “That’s because you’re stuck working. I shine.” Luma listened quietly. Days passed.