No, not structure. Hive.

Vespa. The Italian word for wasp.

Well, if I wasn't stung to death, this would make great dinner party conversation, should I ever like enough people to host one.

Inside was a labyrinth of dense honeycomb-shaped chambers, all with that translucent glow. Each hexagonal room was a self-contained tiny treasure: one pinky-red, made of petals that smelled like roses, another emerald green with feathery grass stalks higher than my head, yet ...