Shrine of Stings

A hexagonal reliquary bristling with the latent energy of insects. Wasps line its walls, their stings suspended in resin like frozen ritual, while orange petals bloom across the lid, a fragile crown atop a dangerous altar. Inside rests a set of dice, each housing a pollinator, creatures of air and spirits of chance.

It is said this shrine channels the essence of these winged messengers. When rolled, some claim these dice divine the fates of parks and cities, human hubs and hives that they are; others feel only the hum of potential, the thrill of risk, the sharp reminder that every beauty carries its sting. (They also make a great set for your next table-top RPG).