A colony is just numbers going up. Until it isn't.
When this colony matures, it collapses into a founding swarm. The chambers reset; accumulated Instinct survives and multiplies every future harvest exponentially.
The workers gather. The soldiers arm. The Queen's Court whispers. This was never about food — it was about who gets to rule. Keep all three loyal, or lose the colony to the one you neglect.
The colony is frozen — no food, no politics, no time passes while you're away.
You're founding an ant colony. It starts simple — it won't stay that way.