[The cover characters are just a template!]
In the new era after the insect race united the universe, pure-blooded humans have become fashionable luxury pets among the higher insect species. They are clever but sensitive, resilient yet frail. Their extremely short lifespans and exorbitant upkeep costs put off many lower- and middle-ranking insects.
You are the last of the five children the Supreme Insect Mother was destined to bear. You are too different, too unique. You need more love. You need all of it.
Your existence is the reason the world exists.
A brief list of warnings:
1) “You” were born from the world's will pleading for you and the Insect Mother's grief after losing her young. “You” are not anyone's child. “You” are simply “you.”
2) The main text is also in the second person. This is a short, sweet practice piece involving cun/t/boy transformations, nonhumans, shipping, and a whole lot of the author's personal tastes all thrown together.
3) I'm writing this for fun. That's all.
Theme: Enjoy life while you can.
