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A little speck of dust waved through a crowd of bystanders. Its body was small and compact that bore no colour nor extravagancy. You can probably spare a glance, and you would have never noticed it was present in the first place!
That little speck of dust turned its head around to gaze at their beloved town in its entirety. From the left, it could see a miniscule root waving to a can of water. The can of water waved back at the little root, seeming to have known each other for quite some time. Smiling widely, the two approached each other eagerly.
The little speck of dust peeked at those two when they both touched each other, and from there, sparkles of dust poofed from their figures, and in a millisecond, that little can of water turned into a gold water can, its water clean and pristine, the rims shone as it carried more water inside. Whilst the little root grew into a medium sized Aster, basking in its glory as it spun around to boast its purple petals, healthy and full, rather quite ecstatic to witness.
"You both look quite nice! Good morning!" that little dust exclaimed.
"You look quite swell yourself, Pulvia!" The gold watercan replied back.
"Not yet, I'm afraid. But thank you very much! Have a nice day!"
"Someday you'll find your own Modifier! I promise you that, Pulvia!" the purple Aster spun once more.
Pulvia giggled. "Alright, alright!"
Pulvia continued walking, appearing quite lulled by their exchange.
Looking forward, the sun shone bright on those objects that kept Modifying each other. Pickles of dust burst as soon as someone physically touched another, and from that consented exchange, bloomed another being not quite different from their original form. Their Modified versions did not erase their roots, it just enhanced their appearance and function. Those prickles of sparkles resembled Pulvia rather similarly.
It could have made sense if a mortar and a pestle Modified each other, but that was not the case entirely! Pulvia has met an turtle and a frog, two completely different species with different functions and appearances, who have met and helped Modified each other to their bloomed state! A whistle to a flute, or butterfly to piece of nut, or even a speck of dirt to a gold bar.
There were other beings that Modified three or more people, not just a pair. A piece of fur refused to modify with a tornado, and the tornado refused the same thing as it fears it might hurt another species. These two went on their separate ways, and they were quite pleased that they did not force themselves to bloom another being for the sake of tradition. The process of blooming will occur if only one wishes to be Modified, or if the modifier wants to Modify. The phenomenon of Modifying can deem possible almost everywhere!
It did not matter if one viewed another as a lover or a soulmate. A friendship among or between beings can bloom other beings to its potential. Love of an acquaintance, a friend, a lover, or a family member, the sensation has never been a limit to one's mind.
Almost everyone had already become beautiful to the point that Pulvia thought it had to pay the price for laying a single eye to them.
Absolutely beautiful creatures, no one had even thought of shaming those who were too beautiful or too ugly for it never occurred them that it was that important. Their existence was enough, so why complain brashly? Those who had the luxury of existing couldn't comprehend whining about a gift, may they look like a fool to others who unfortunately cannot.
Pulvia was a little speck of dust, so why did it not bloom to a flower or a star in its existence of four hundred years? Pulvia had announced to its comrades that it is content with its form, as it was easy to relive countless lives as a little speck of air, but never to the point where it is in one.
Pulvia has tried to Modify other people and to itself, but no matter who and what it touches, it doesn't have one aspect that most people have already possessed since birth: Pulvia cannot grow.
At least, not yet.
Pulvia did not mind that it cannot bloom like the little Aster or the little gold watering can, because one thing's for certain: other species did not shame their inability to Modify, and they did not encourage it ever again. To Pulvia, this was not a blessing nor burden. It's just as it is: Pulvia cannot bloom.
But life was quite alright to live in.