The Buzzing Blues: A Hive Tale of No Votes and a Stinging Heart
My antennae drooped, heavy with disappointment. The Hive, usually a symphony of buzzing activity and joyous appreciation, felt eerily silent. My recent creation, a vibrant poem woven with the soul of blooming sunflowers, lay unnoticed, unpollinated by a single vote. The sting of rejection, sharp and unexpected, pierced my digital heart.
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