The time that I thought I was lost: The creature has become corrupted…it has fallen victim to the hive mind. It has become enveloped within the safe cocoon's of the other creature's desires…the greed, the arrogance and the threat has become the focus. The creature has grown beautiful shiny wings, not to be used by himself, but to be manipulated and guided by others into a path of destruction and chaos. The hive is filthy, rotting to its dark core…it has become a symbol of the place the creature can never go. It is being eaten away. The birds can no longer fly, the creature must shed its false wings and learn to beat its own wings in its own time.