Beams of light pour from the sky, awakening the flowers beneath from their slumber.

Colonies of moss erupt from cracks in the concrete, while white clovers tower above them, glistening with a porcelain finish.

The wet pavement rejects the light, throwing it upwards and burning a hole into the sky.

"Oh, how beautiful, the magic of weathered asphalt," speaks the ladybug, limping away from the safety of the grass.

Deep in the darkness, a slight hissing kills hope for silence. A lone ant trails sluggishly behind, "Beautiful? Nearly half the colony is gone to it."

"You're making a mountain out of an anthill." The ladybug flutters its wings, getting the dust out of every crevice.

"It's a body of boiling water. Where has your head gone?" The ant's voice quivers with trepidation, its antennae twitching. "You mustn't always give a voice to such worthless thoughts."

"Gone? Gone where?"

A heavy gust of wind undresses a dandelion overhead, bristles decorating the ground around them. The ladybug takes the silence as an answer.

"This light is a sign from Khepri. I proudly rest my fate in His hands."

Turning her back to the ant, she limps towards the street. The ant does not follow this time, now returning to the grass. He does not look back.

The light fades; the hissing grows louder.