When you’re down amongst the litter, size matters less than comparative scale.

You humans may think a tree is tall; to a mite like me it’s colossal, a near infinite expanse of furrowed bark and waxen leaf. In our natural state we could go our whole lives without seeing the Far Branches.

Which is why we built the BeetleGard.

To you, the BeetleGard might seem like tiny miracles of microscopic bioengineering; to us, their sheer bulk blots out the sun.

Clad in carapace of red and green and pearlescent black, all the liveries of the beetles which they emulate, they are our guardians and protectors.

Piloting our mechanised bug suits, we will see the Farthest Leaf, or perhaps even Another Tree, far from home.