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The golden lixer leaped in between the dark howler and the red lixon. That was the might I remembered. Even that little red lixon being held back by the old lixon king – its fangs bared and eager to bite, was humbled by the might of the golden lixer. A warm light. A promise of results. 

The golden lixer never had to be loud. It never had to display its presence. But whenever it acted, it was always an instance that meant change. Impactful change. 

That was why I always followed the golden lixer. I hoped that one day, I’d become a grand lixer myself. I hoped that one day I could help to shape our worlds. 

And as there was every time, more figures roamed about. The loms. The two main lom clans, always floating and swirling around everyone walking our realms. Always influencing. Always energizing. Always being. Whether I saw these loms or not, I knew the truth. I felt the truth. 

The truth was that everything was of the loms. Every single little piece of nature, every slight breath of wind, and clearly, from how they swam through everyone and everything, and influenced whatever was in their wake. Every thought of mind, too, was of the loms. I could tell. Maybe they didn’t want that to be obvious. But if one let themselves sit quietly enough – quiet all around, and quiet deep inside – then one could feel them. One could trust it was them. The entirety of every presence sensed. Them. 

I tried to focus back on the two main low clans, and how they dance around everyone around. It was too easy to get lost in the feeling of everything. I had to always remind myself that I had a role here amongst the yan and the beasts they embodied. 

The older loms of the two clans were busy dancing around the golden lixer, as usual. They always volleyed back and forth to see who could leave the most of their essence. This seemed ridiculous a lot of the time, as the two were always changing and morphing, a lot of the time even becoming what the other was, not a mere second ago. It was two painters, both brushing on the same canvas. Couldn’t they just behave like they were working together, especially since they always were. 

They were always amusing to see. Maybe cause when the two did their little dance off, they made themselves appear as yan. The white lom as an impoverished sage, and the rainbow lom as a wealthy merchant. And in this case, the safe was guiding the golden lixer forward with a hand on the lixer’s shoulder. The merchant was whispering in the lixer’s ear. Together, they puppeteered the golden lixer into action. They and their kind swayed everybody around. 

Around all the greater beasts, and even all the simple beings, stood the representative yan – or representative lom, rather – of each sect. The white lom yan in their simple whites, greys, and blues, while the rainbow lom yan, in anything not plain and simple, wore clothes more colourful and appealing. 

Both sects also stood with the howlers and the lixons – the grand dark howler seemingly more influenced by the rainbow lom, while the old lixon seemingly more affected by the white. That vicious looking lixon though… It was hard to tell what was energizing that thing…. 

Then I felt the lixers around me prowl forward. We were to support our master, the golden lixer. The white loms beckoned us forward, and we moved at their whim. As soon as we joined our master, I could feel all the other beings around us stop. Our master’s shine began to glow brightly. And with that glow, the white loms danced more feverously around everyone. And with the overwhelming mania, the white loms were able to brush their essence more generously upon everyone. The rainbow loms had flooded the floor earlier, but with master’s decision to shine, it seemed that the white loms eventually won the day. 

I looked out to the sides and noticed something relieving. Another set of loms were deciding to leave. The colourless loms. The guides to the other realms. They were fortunately no longer needed here today, now that master’s glow was too bright. But still, a few of colourless lom hung around, as usual. Just in case.