Zwirqs Thmyflipn Makes a Choice (E Pluribus Unum) for the Trajectory Concerning Their Existences on the Inter-Aether Plane of Lomax Gallorp

One travels through the aether on an almost daily basis. But out of many, one plane represents its home, or the closest thing One can call “home,” and that “home” or “headquarters” is colloquially known as “Lomax Gallorp.”

One should clarify– it is simplifying the way it speaks for your convenience, so you must forgive One if it confuses you with its equivalent of an accent and whatever is lost in translation.

For context: One’s kind does not refer to its kin as “You” as you do. They don’t even reverberate each other’s names out loud (despite how simple it would be for One’s fellows to pronounce the name “Zwirqs Thmyflipn”).

Instead, the Gallorpian Lomaxlux refer to one another as “Two,” if speaking to another, and “Twos” if speaking to more than one Gallorpian Lomaxlux.

It makes perfect sense if you were birthed on Lomax Gallorp.

Of course, they were not “birthed” as you know the term. Nor do they “die,” as you understand the word. Rather, they simply shine exponentially brighter throughout their existences (not that One could gauge luminosity since it doesn’t have eyes) until at their brightest, then begin to fade into near obscurity. Then the cycle begins anew. This is the “Eternal Circle.” Knowing it is the closest thing to what they would call “religion.”

One digresses. One’s Twos are angry at One. One’s Twos want One to vote on their future, since out of many, One has become the sole designator of the trajectory of Lomax Gallorp’s future, and whether or not they will remain Inter-Aether travelers made of light, or the limited race one of One’s Twos found known as “Humans” (you and your alleged Twos).

One’s brighter Two gave One the silk ballot.

“Don’t mess this up, Two,” Two said to One.

“One won’t,” One mused.

In that Two’s travels, they shone through your planet named “Earth” (one of many words One can write, but struggles to say). In its brief moment flashing through your solid, celestial body, that Two found an engraving in a tall, thick unit of flora which read “Sienna + Luke Forever.” All of the Twos convened and hypothesized its meaning. They could not decide definitively whether “Sienna + Luke Forever” was one sentient being, or more. A Two proposed that “Luke Forever” are a plurality. Another Two proposed that “+” is its own mindful entity, an assertion which One was swift to strike down. These Twos eventually unanimously surmised that these beings were gifted a limited existence, and One proposed a vote to allow its fellow Twos to choose whether they would like to remain Gallorpian Lomaxlux, or become human, like “Sienna + Luke Forever.” All remain or change.

One does not want to dim until extinguished. One wishes to shine infinitely, unlike the naive “Sienna + Luke Forever,” who futilely etched their desire on another living thing. But One also theorizes of the pleasures of pain and love.

I voted “Yes.”