Post by brickosaur on Nov 27, 2021 21:24:09 GMT -5
Ampersand's eyes popped open, as if they'd suddenly woken from a falling dream. Bits of the dream flitted through them now, little more than colorful impressions.
Red: anger, something that shouldn't be seen.
Black: loss, a time of danger and unknowns.
Blue: melancholy, and a time to see, to know the horror.
White: fear, and fragile hope. Hope obliterated by flashes that meant only pain.
They heard the echoes of sounds they couldn't place. They knew only that sounds like those meant distress.
But they were fading.
So were the colors, the impressions.
The dream was gone, to be replaced by glowing colors up above, and yellow all around. As the bad images faded, the blobling was left only with a name:
Ampersand.
That's my name! they recognized immediately, and spoke out loud to try it out. "Ampersand . . . Ammm-perrr-saaannnd."
They quite liked the sound of that.
Ampersand shifted upward and found themself hovering in the air. Here, they could get a better look at their surroundings.
"Sand!" they laughed in delight. "How wonderful. Ampersand, born in sand. I wonder if such a thing was planned."
They giggled at their little poem, and looked out beyond the place where they'd emerged. There were more colors, in the form of smiling plants of some sort. Lovely! Ampersand lowered themself onto the warm grains so that they could get a better look.
As Ampersand approached one, the plant seemed to shine brighter. It knows I'm here, and it's happy to see me! they realized in happy-aching wonder. When Ampersand reached it, they nudged the dark trunk, as a show of friendship. "I'm happy to see you too."
Ampersand leaned on the plant, gently, so as not to bend it. They stayed there, happy to just be with another being.
Then it occurred to them that maybe these flowers weren't the only other beings in this place.
"Ohhh, but how can I know for sure?" they wondered. They had to try and get some attention.
I know how. Ampersand would get up high and yell REALLY LOUD. That ought to reach anything that could hear.
They exchanged a glance with the flower's trunk, as if asking for permission, before rolling out into the open. Then Ampersand squished down and J U M P E D, as high as they could!
"Hello, World!" they called out to the sands.
Red: anger, something that shouldn't be seen.
Black: loss, a time of danger and unknowns.
Blue: melancholy, and a time to see, to know the horror.
White: fear, and fragile hope. Hope obliterated by flashes that meant only pain.
They heard the echoes of sounds they couldn't place. They knew only that sounds like those meant distress.
But they were fading.
So were the colors, the impressions.
The dream was gone, to be replaced by glowing colors up above, and yellow all around. As the bad images faded, the blobling was left only with a name:
Ampersand.
That's my name! they recognized immediately, and spoke out loud to try it out. "Ampersand . . . Ammm-perrr-saaannnd."
They quite liked the sound of that.
Ampersand shifted upward and found themself hovering in the air. Here, they could get a better look at their surroundings.
"Sand!" they laughed in delight. "How wonderful. Ampersand, born in sand. I wonder if such a thing was planned."
They giggled at their little poem, and looked out beyond the place where they'd emerged. There were more colors, in the form of smiling plants of some sort. Lovely! Ampersand lowered themself onto the warm grains so that they could get a better look.
As Ampersand approached one, the plant seemed to shine brighter. It knows I'm here, and it's happy to see me! they realized in happy-aching wonder. When Ampersand reached it, they nudged the dark trunk, as a show of friendship. "I'm happy to see you too."
Ampersand leaned on the plant, gently, so as not to bend it. They stayed there, happy to just be with another being.
Then it occurred to them that maybe these flowers weren't the only other beings in this place.
"Ohhh, but how can I know for sure?" they wondered. They had to try and get some attention.
I know how. Ampersand would get up high and yell REALLY LOUD. That ought to reach anything that could hear.
They exchanged a glance with the flower's trunk, as if asking for permission, before rolling out into the open. Then Ampersand squished down and J U M P E D, as high as they could!
"Hello, World!" they called out to the sands.
