Another drop fell.
It felt like jelly when he touched it. To think that till just a few minutes ago it had been his home.
He contorted himself in peculiar angles as he peeled the covering off his skin. Sniffing the strange air, he felt desolate for a moment. The others had to be around somewhere.
The humans had named his kind Alephodites.
His people had long figured that insects were the easiest way to gain access to this planet. Even the intellectuals of the human race would look at his nest and only see a mass of tree sap.
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