Vadān Aglōmrān

Description

The Aglōmrān language, or 'Aglōmrān Tongue', was created out of unknown worlds.

It works wonderfully and fantastically.

Read it, study it, and then convince yourself if my creative impression is correct.

The origin of this language was motivated by a true event in Croatia.

A real-life event that inspired the language –

Close Encounter of the Third Kind on bus 1998.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind – an incident on a night bus journey with my ex-stepmother

towards Zadar, at 1 am on the night of 2 July 1998, in Jasenice near the Maslenica Bridge,

WARNING!, Dear readers, in this case, you are reading a real true biography, this is not another episode of Dylan Dog and you have not popped into Cinestar!: That evening, I dreamed of going to Africa on Safari to see strange animals and when I looked through the bus window, comparing bushes, trees and shrubs with exotic animals that I had not yet seen in this life for that time, I said to my stepmother:

“Sonja sees lions, Sonja sees giraffes, Sonja sees elephants, Sonja sees rhinos!”

For the first few hours of the drive, after passing that Velebit section towards the Maslenica Bridge, through the window to my left, we were sitting on the right side of the bus, it was an old-fashioned bus with yellow rubberised upholstery, there wasn't that top shelf for luggage, I first saw two Bactrian camels standing and shining in the dark, most likely figures or posters, although I don't know what their purpose would be there, and a few minutes later on the right, there was a white two-storey house, a balcony with marble pillars which made up that railing, through the misty light, a green, froglike humanoid emerges onto the balcony; I point and shout: “Sonja, what on earth is an alien?”, Sonja isn't listening. A few minutes later, a safari truly happened. Namely, those yellow wallpapers above the window started to bulge and crack, and green rhomboid heads with pear-shaped faces emerged from them, a sort of dense, light green colour, yellow round eyes without eyelids, without a nose and without ears, with sealed pink smiling lips.,

I'd sooner say it was pink pigmentation in the shape of a smiling lip, with a small indentation, on black slimy necks that were like mucus, the volume of thin bathroom pipes, the rest of the body is in that intersection of space and is not visible, a voice something like a whiny neigh of closed mouths. There were more of them. I asked Sonja what it was, pointing with my little finger, and Sonja, to cloud my experience, replied: “Shadows, it's just from the great darkness, so our shadows have come out like that,” and I am even more surprised how shadows can take on such shapes and they also have their own shadow, and not long after that an elderly lady with a curler hairstyle, who was sitting in the seats in front of us with a little blonde-haired girl, got slapped on the head with that head, to which she waved her hand and said: “Oh my God!”, and Sonja immediately that her shadow hit her head. Later, when we were already getting off the bus, when it arrived in Zadar, they started to retreat inwards and I asked Sonja if the shadows could be petted, and she said as if I could pet hers and she hers and lied to me that the window was closed so it couldn't be done, and then she herself went and touched the face of that green-headed oddity with her hand. How did the other passengers react? As far as I know, there was no particular disturbance or screaming, and it even seemed normal to me because I was a 5-year-old child, and I only learned the logic of reality and impossibility in primary school.

At 17, I started to become aware of it, painting them, making sculptures of them, and trying to explain to myself what had happened, and then I realised how little human beings know, and how fundamentally limited human science is.

Motivated by this, I began composing, channeling it through a special form of meditation, this language which I named Malagū Vērōy or the Language of the Andromeda Aliens, and a little later I began this one which you are now reading – Vadān Aglōmrān.