Needlemoth hive

" As you open the heavy rusty door, you finally see him. You don't recognize him at first, but the striking resemblance to your father tells you he is, in fact, your missing brother. It was seven days for you. they looks like years for him. And then you see them. The needlemoths, gently flapping their wings around his arms, weaving his fingers into complicated fractals that merge flesh, bone and stone from the ruinous chapel. Everything pulsates and hums, like a heavenly choir you want to join, but the rusty smell of blood and the tangy sweet perfume of the honey breaks the spell"