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Volt grew more dazzling, flying closer to the glowing windows of the office towers. He loved how humans inside paused, pointed, and recorded him. One evening, he flew too close. The bright lights he adored weren’t harmless. They were hot, confusing, and artificial. Drawn in, dazzled by reflection and illusion, Volt lost his way… and never returned. The garden grew quieter. Meanwhile, Mara the bee kept working, but the flowers were fewer each day. She grew weaker. The ants stored food. The ladybu