The land surrounding the hive was an absolute wasteland. You wanted to say it was simply a desert, but the numerous sharp, craggy sections told you the land was simply devoid of all life. There were barren trees here and there, but they looked like they were petrified fragments of a land that could have once been prosperous. Far off on the horizon, visible to you only because of your elevation, you could see the glimmer of green that indicated there was a forest somewhere, but only after a miles long trek in an unforgiving world.