Tall grey tombstonal towers ascend from cracked scorched soils. Rising like flattened sky scrapers reaching beyond our planet’s earth.

Outside, void of movement, except for moving shadows of the day.

Inside, an intricate civilisation, industrious in their need for the colony’s welfare. Building higher and wider. Clearing lands for their community’s expansion. Trees killed and wastelands are created destroying the natural wilderness around them.

Devastation is their creation.

They’re not human… They’re termites.