User:GustavNystrom CinenicFilm/sandbox

This page is ment to be read as a narrative of the cursed child's inner blessings. No one knows what this actually means.

Introduction
Oh boy was I wrong when I first met you, said the bumblebee.

Bumblebees
There are so many bees. I can not possibly find them all.

More bees
If I ever run out of the heavenly gold, let me sip from the fountain of nothingness, my sweet bee. The honeybee have provided humans with beeswax and honey for centuries.

He ran out
Yes, he did run out. Now, there was no place left for him to search. The only thing that remained in his miserable life, was to quit messing with the bees, and start living his own life.