Imaginary Places

i feel like a bee, and he is walking on his wings. he finds a guitar and
starts to play using his wings as hands and walking on his legs
now. he finds a young female bee his age. she was sitting underneath a red
moon. The red moon was made of sand, and slowly little bits of it were
falling down. When each grain of sand hits the ground, to us it would seem
like nothing, a grain of sand being so small and harmless to the world. but
to a bee, a grain of sand is the size of its eye or even its head. When a
consistent amount of sand falls off the moon, where these bees are sitting,
it has the potential to kill them. And in such a way, the moon is the
extended killer of the bees.