A deer ambles through the forest, occasionally stopping to nibble a leaf.
Meanwhile, denizens of the anthill are panicking. Tunnels are collapsing and members of the collective are lost.
It must be the will of the gods, some claim.
We are destroying the earth and this is her revenge, claim others.
The sinners, they are to blame! Sacrifice them! Bring balance back to the hill!
The conflict grows and spreads through the hill. In the chaos of war, so many innocent lives are lost. Lives who only wanted to rebuild the hill and move on.
Meanwhile, a deer ambles through.