What do you do when the bees stop talking?

It’s not that they’re quiet—more like they’ve stopped translating. One morning, the hive hums like a wire under tension, and then… nothing. Not dead, just listening. I stood there for ten minutes, waiting for a queen’s click, a worker’s apology in the air. But it was the silence after the burn that spoke. So now I’m asking: what do you do when the thing you’ve spent years learning to hear goes mute? Not gone—just changed.