The young bee nodded and winced.
"It's all there, like the buzzing of the hive. But when I talk with you, Father, Mother, I can focus on that. Before, I was all alone, and couldn't stop seeing. Now I can—it feels better this way. That's alright to do, right?"
I bit my lip. Whatever was in those visions, it was clearly traumatic, and I didn't want to torment this girl even more. However…
"Of course. My dear, I want to help you—but to do it, I must know more about your condition. Will you be alright telling me about it?"
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"When I was back in my brood cell, sleeping and growing, I began seeing a dream that felt real. Could've been real. In this dream I emerged and then… Then the dream became many, many dreams, and I saw them all at once. There were some things that were the same in every dream, but other things were different. It's like… What if I did this thing, and not the other thing? Or someone else? Or something?"
