To my family, this is the last message from me.
Our swarm walked with our backs toward the sun, away from our homeland and crossed the white national border. When our shadows grew long and the sun was about to set down, the soil cried out.
“Ouch!”
However, the priority for us was making progress straight forward, so even with the cries of “ouch,” “ahh,” we never stopped walking and no one cared. I also tried not to pay attention, but as time passed some fear overcame me. With the sweat on my hands, I suddenly looked down at my feet. There was a face exactly like me under the soil. “This voice isn’t from the soil, it’s from the ants!!!” Once I screamed, I committed an abomination. Seeing the black and triangled face become smashed up, I broke the luggage of the Queen.
According to the rules, the lines went forward avoiding me, and I told them they should turn around and go another way. This path couldn’t be walked for much longer. When I noticed, I had fallen down on the soil and the swarm seemed to have left. I threw away the luggage and dug into the ground, searching for something below.
There was no dead body.
It seemed I had apparently dug my own grave.
Now, I’m sending this last message from underground. Before the battery runs out. Please believe me. The soil really said it. “Ouch!!!”