The Beehive

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to them as they wove through the labyrinthine streets of the city. The twisting alleys and towering structures cloaked them from prying eyes, and the city itself felt suffocating, like a well-kept secret. There was an eerie, almost sacred stillness to the air—an oppressive magic that silenced the outside world while trapping the noise within its mysterious walls. A barrier so thick that no sound could escape, yet everything from within was audible to those outside. It was as if the city itself were guarding something deep in its core, protecting secrets older than the land itself.