Status Updates From The Curiosities

Now, Miro could swim with the stars and tickle the songs from the earth. He could whisper up waves and weave clouds to make stories for the wind.
Now, Miro could see all the oddments and snippets, all those hidden wonders and possibles waiting in the shadows.

Miro soon found that the more threads that grew, the easier it was to shed the darkness when it came.
And even though strangers still sometimes stared, or turned away, Miro had the knowing of many others.
And it seemed to Miro that the Curiosities had chosen lots of other people too, in lots of different ways.

And there it was. A single thread of knowing, thin and fragile and almost invisible to his fingers, but there.
Gently, carefully, Miro pulled.

But sometimes, the Curiosities were so loud and strange that people couldn't help but stare.
The Curiosities trilled and gurgled, pulling at Miro's arms and flapping at his legs, whispering in his ears so that all about him disappeared into a buzz of cold noise and confusion.
Sometimes, the Curiosities were so bright and brilliant that everyone turned away.

Miro had never noticed all the oddments and snippets before, all those wonders and possibles waiting in the shadows where no-one else looked.

But slowly, Miro began to see things differently. He began to feel things differently, and do things differently too.
The Curiosities would point and chirp and pull him towards places hidden away from everyday eyes. They showed him how to swim with the stars and tickle the songs from the earth.

At first, the Curiosities were quiet. They blended in.
At first, Miro didn't even notice them, perched on his shoulders and nuzzled in his hair.
At first, Miro thought the tingle he felt was just the warmth of the sun or the murmuring of the wind.