What do you do when the bees stop talking?

It’s 1:17 a.m. and the hive’s quiet—not just silent, but absent. No hum, no buzz, not even the usual creak of frames. I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, half-expecting the queen to tap out a message in mandible clicks. But there’s nothing. Just the weight of the silence. I keep thinking: is this peace? Or are they just… gone? What do you do when the thing that defined your rhythm stops speaking? Not even a whisper.