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We Have Come Soundboard Edit

The sounds of footsteps echo through the forest as a group of mysterious figures make their way through the dense underbrush. Their voices rise and fall in a strange chant, their words filled with an eerie determination. "We have come for your nectar, We have come for your nectar!" they repeat, their voices almost a wail in the stillness of the forest. The words hang in the air, a haunting melody that seems to seep into the very fabric of the world around them.

As they move deeper into the heart of the forest, the sounds around them begin to change. The leaves rustle with a faint whisper, as if the trees themselves are murmuring secrets to one another. The wind whistles through the branches, carrying the scent of blooming flowers on its gentle breath. A chorus of birdsong fills the air, their trilling melodies adding a touch of sweetness to the ominous chant of the figures. The sounds blend together in a symphony of nature, a song of life and death that seems to pulse with a primal energy.

Suddenly, a low thrumming sound cuts through the air, a deep vibration that seems to reverberate through the very earth beneath their feet. The ground quivers with the force of it, sending shivers down their spines. The figures glance at each other in unease, but their resolve remains unbroken. "We have come for your nectar, We have come for your nectar!" they chant, their voices rising to a crescendo that seems to echo in the very bones of the forest.

As they reach a clearing, the source of the sound becomes clear. A massive hive looms before them, its honeycombs glowing with a soft golden light. Bees buzz around it in a frenzy, their wings a blur of motion as they guard their precious treasure. The figures approach, their movements slow and deliberate as they reach out a hand to touch the hive. The bees grow louder, their buzzing filling the air with a deafening roar that seems to drown out all other sounds. But still, the figures press on, their voices rising in a fierce determination. "We have come for your nectar, We have come for your nectar!" they chant, their words a declaration of intent that cannot be denied.

With a sudden rush of movement, the bees surge forward, a wave of stingers and fury that threatens to overwhelm the figures. But they stand their ground, their voices rising to a fever pitch as they push forward. The hive shudders, a crack appearing in its fragile facade. Honey spills forth in a golden flood, the sweet scent filling the air with a heady perfume that seems to intoxicate the figures with its power. They reach out, cupping their hands to catch the precious nectar as it drips from the shattered hive. And in that moment, a sense of triumph fills their hearts, a deep satisfaction that seems to echo in the very air around them.

As the figures turn to leave, the forest falls silent once more. The bees retreat, their anger spent as they return to their hive to begin the long process of rebuilding. And yet, the words of the figures linger in the air, a haunting reminder of the power that they wield. "We have come for your nectar, We have come for your nectar!" they echo, a promise and a threat wrapped in a single breath. And as they fade into the depths of the forest, their voices remain, a haunting melody that seems to linger long after they have gone.

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