personal worldbuilding stuff, microfiction
The aquatic, mollusk-like people of 🔴🔵🔴 were always an enigma to outsiders, ourselves included. Their communication was visual in nature, but early translation efforts proved useless. Virtually no grammar, seemingly nearly every word was unique.
Until we met in person. A language of experiences, shared across quadrillions. And they were glad to no longer be alone in their own infinitely deep thoughts.
Joy truly knows no boundaries, as it turns out.
