An Eon without Discontent

Made with thoughtART

Content Warning: SAD EXISTENTIAL BEE THOUGHTS (but only for the description)

I really wanted to communicate the bee's inner conflict. The nature of his existence intrigues him endlessly, but it is also terrifying, like staring into a great, endless void. If the bee somehow manages to complete his life's ambition and pollinates all of the flowers in the surrounding area, will it mean anything to him? Or will it all bee revealed as a cruel cosmic joke with no punchline, a sobering reminder that all of his actions up until that point were futile and arbitrary.