Tranquility/Why

"What's happening here depends on what you want to happen here," says Glow.

With an awakening awareness, you flipperzat through mental zones. Little blobs of feeling float about.

You spot a carefully forged heartbeat. It pulses and resonates with the sparkly joy of glowth.

"Is this how you got here? Is this why they call you Glow?" you ask.

"You sure do have a lot of questions," zoogles GLow.

With a twirl, the space between you grows vibrational.

"Heave on the slowglide," you chime.

"Let's groove," Glow'll rhime.

With that you establish not only a rapport, but a kind of spiritual linkage transcending your brief period of mutual cognizance.

"Hey, Glow!" you pop:

• "Let's zoggle for a while..."
• "I'm hungry..."
• "What's blowing your whoople?"