I tossed a log on the fire, only to discover it harbored a colony of ants. What ensued looked somehow familiar:
Swarming UV rays burn red my blue skin. Waste away, and then spin, crazy from the magnet pulling me in. Haste replaces prudent thinking. We are many. Many are thin. This stone is warming, and so we're swarming. The Well of Souls has run dry - angels are too tired to fly. This nut must be cast off from by its worms. Give your body up to the many, melt within. This stone is warming and so we're swarming. We're swarming. (would you like to dance?) We are many, we're swarming.
MLucas 