Aren’t ants fascinating little creatures?
Pathetic little bugs.
Everything about these little buddies is ordered, structured. They’re essentially blind, but it doesn’t matter. The ants follow each other.

Each ant leaves behind a pheromone trail for other ants to follow. So when one sniffs out a food source, the other little critters know where to go.

But when that pheromone trail is lost, the soldier ants cannot find their way. They get lost, wandering around, trying to follow whatever pheromone trails they can find.

What happens is that the lost little ants end up following each other, in circles. An endless spiral of ants marching.

And these silly little friends, well, they cannot break free of this spiral.

They will march like this until they collapse out of exhaustion. They willingly lead themselves to death because that is what they do.

It’s in their nature. Like tiny little lambs that walk themselves to slaughter.

Aren’t we all just like these happy little friends, wandering lost? Each looking for our way. Arcadia has lost its scent trail, and where do we find ourselves?

Marching in an endless spiral, following each other to our slaughter.

Look at my friend Felix. He lost his way long ago. Since his show was cancelled, he’s been wandering around, sniffing out any kind of friendship he can find. Maybe his daddy beat the pheromones out of him when he was still a little baby ant.

The Seekers are so lost that they want to escape. But just like every little ant, they’re essentially blind. They cannot escape the death spiral, even by fighting against it.

Even the ants that everyone else fears have been wandering lost lately. Arcadia cannot even work out who is responsible for death. Tombstone and Gravedigger both fight for the position, but haven’t we just lost our way?

At Pandemonium, all the ants join together in one more endless spiral. Following each other until one by one, they collapse.
Death. Pain.
Chasing each other, nipping at the heels of those they smell in their blindness. Each ant plays their part, and none of them could ever hope to escape the spiral that they have found themselves part of.

But allow me to shed a little light on this sad little spiral of lost ants, friends.

Because I’m not just another ant caught in this march. I’ve always been here, helping Arcadia to seek the light through the darkness of your confusion. All you ants really need is just a little Sunshine to warm up your confused little ant brains.

Magnified through the lens of Pandemonium.

Sometimes that’s the only way to break up an ant mill, to sacrifice a few ants for the greater good. To break the cycle.

At Pandemonium, we will see just how bright the sun can shine. Because when Sunlight shines through a magnifying glass on a tiny little ant, glorious things will happen.
They will burn.
One by one, the ants will find their way into the light. And one by one, they will discover just how bright that light can shine.

Ol’ Sunshine will show Arcadia a brighter tomorrow.