A Lamorn: A colorful, shapeshifting entity that peacefully travels the meadows in search of companionship.
Despite their ability to makeshift themselves into whatever they choose, they try to mold themselves into your everyday human, with the same capabilities and potential. I became fascinated by this creature, and followed behind them without a trace. In doing so, a pattern started to arise:
When approaching any creature, they would slowly lend their hand, and just wait. The other parties would give different reactions, and would sometimes even blankly stare back, until one of them lended their own hand. When the hands collided, time lost its meaning, and the environment oozed a scent of peace. That was, until the Lamorn began to bubble, like a spiced chili that escaped from the clutches of an oven. When the others noticed the physical discrepancy, the Lamorn only bubbled more, and more… Until finally, the mask broke, and revealed the entity in their base form: The same colorful anomaly that we first recognized from the beginning. Not a moment later, dust picks up from scurrying, and the Lamorn remains isolated again. It was becoming hopeless, until I reached an epiphany, and began brainstorming…
After a long, failed day of rejection, the Lamorn aimlessly drifted in one direction. No logical thoughts, and a loss of what they intended to accomplish that day. When they were about to stop and melt in their own sorrows for the night, they took one glance up. A hand was reaching out to them. They, like the other creatures, stood there in silence, and stared. The moon stopped rising through the horizon, and the early stars paused their twinkling. They grabbed my hand, and we stood there content, with an inner mutual understanding. Only after we smiled back at each other, I started to bubble, and their physical presence was mirrored. We smiled, hugged… and talked about the most obscure pieces of literature and television for 12 hours.
An incredible lesson was learned about the fear of our own representation, and what we feel we need to turn into despite our limitless possibilities. But now, only one question remains: how many others have bubbled?
This is a question I wish to forward to you, dear readers. As we go through this month together, try to be mindful of any bubbling sightings, and give comfort. Our strongest tool is encouragement, and the truth that there’s no reason to fear it; even if it ends up popping.
Madeline M.Madeline is currently a junior at MICC, working towards her Hospitality certificate. Her creativity is as broad and crazy as her curls-- Creating entertaining stories and unique perspectives which become instantly memorable and cherished. Despite her wits and ways of forming words, she is constantly challenging herself by developing new skills and leaving a third eye open to anything that's piqued her curiosity. Whether you find her writing, drawing, music making, golfing, sailing, gaming, programming, or drinking too much Cherry Pepsi, you'll discover a character that you won't find anywhere else! |