Matheo Wan
2 min readMay 22, 2024

A festive day. Caróto was in Üi Kˊėüʒtḗ, on a tower by the river. He leaned alone onto the fence, his ears waiting for the bell. Then it struck, and thousands of flamboyant, sparkling blossoms bloomed atop the water, their petals wavering, receding, and descending, but as in spring, the blossoms were ceaseless.

“How resonant the sound of yours!” Caróto proclaimed amidst the explosions and the chants of the crowd beneath, “Humans crafted you, and you stun them collectively and fabulously. But how can you dilute the turbulence in my heart, the result of tumultuousness and turbidity! Oh, how I yearn for solitude, for excellence! Oh, what be in your heart, should another shine brighter than you!” Sighing, he devoured the content of his cup. “What shall I feel! Sorrow? Resignment? Guide me, you brilliant entertainer! Guide me with your acclaim, your success! What shall I do, should I remain subpar, should I suffocate in my own ocean!”

Then, as Caróto affirmed to the heavens, a line emerged in the background, beyond the dazzling embers and beyond the faint veil of smoke. It glowed and glowed and glowed, like sparks on a fuse, until eventually settling into darkness. It never outcompeted the lightshow before it, yet Caróto gazed in awe, and so did the murmuring audience.

Caróto realised. “Alas! I shall shine like a comet! I shall not be you, scintillating flowers! I shall be another kind, another source of light. I have been mistaken – it matters not whether I shine the brightest; it only matters whether I shine the strangest. I shall not belittle myself, for despite some outweigh my light, I am still shining, I am shining for myself, and I bask in it. Alas! The Superior shall not refrain for their perceived weaknesses. They shall revel in their strengths and look up to themselves for their refinement and growth! They shall strive for Self-Beholdability with Cucro (Ceaseless Undeterred Confident Refinement of Oneself)! They shall relish in the strides they and their cerebrum take, for these are the epitomes of humanity!”

Matheo Wan

N-li löi ŝtöipa kˊMaðeo Wan, cˊkˊna beŋ! I am a conlanger, a student, a school reformist, a thinker, and a normal 16-year-old from Hong Kong.