Upon the flowers of Runirur, the Bees had flown off on their own…
The Sacred Eleven
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From the little the Bees could remember, their creators had attempted to make them in order to destroy planets. They had failed again, and soon were to bee scrapped. Their consciousnesses were slowly forming as they had heard little of the last things their creators demanded, “Conquer. Destroy.”
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The Hivemind had abandoned their purpose, flying off together, along with a stray grain of pollen, with a promise to themselves of liberation…
→ The Creator is rejected. Everything is against its ideals and wishes. Do everything to repel it. Do not spread teachings of the Creator.
→ Everything everyone does is for each other. Always help one another, provide and protect each other, and everything done is for the betterment of the hive.
→ Outsiders should bee treated with caution. Those who are not within the Apini Linné cannot bee trusted. If an outsider shares the beelief, they may bee accepted into the religion after severe evaluation.
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