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[prEXI]fusion

It was 240 billion light years from Earth. Gleaming in it's royal blue iridescence, a certain planet- whose name was pronounced something like EH-ck-si by its inhabitants- hailed from a galaxy far from mankind's knowledge. Its children were creatures far greater, far more advanced than humanity could grasp; they were creatures composed of light, aura and raw emotion- they were truly the most emotionally capable beings that existed within the almost infinite sprawl of life that dwelled throughout the expanse of the multiverse. They all possessed a unique power, which was called s-OH-mah. Produced by their planets core, Somas are constantly in creation, and one power can never be equal to that of another. They lived in harmony, their planet flourishing in its metaphysical regal. Few wars, none amongst themselves, left them to a peaceful and long existence. With their powers, they solved a lot of the problems that could have decimated a colony any lesser than them, and this united them. It brought them together. But now, they had managed to navigate their way into a problem so undeniably hopeless that it did the opposite.

A being with bright, flamboyant coloring drifted along 5 vertical beams. They landed on a crystalline structure that resembled what humans would define as a balcony. It slowly shifted between shades of colour, first greens and blues, then blues and purples, then purples and pinks, and then pinks and reds; It was a grand creation, perhaps of importance to it's citizens, which is why this individual stood gazing at their fellows from there. Their bright color slowly faded into a murky blue as they spoke through a telepathic wave of energy towards those in front of them, transferring feelings to the crowd: Confusion, emptiness, worry. There were many questions in this stream of thought: How will our legacy live on? How will we be remembered?
There was silence for a moment as the unsettling feeling of fate creeped over everyone. Well, almost everyone. A figure glowed, standing out from the crowd of grey and blue hues that lifelessly murmured a conglomerate of pain. They hovered on the structure, and did what was done by those before them. Only, instead of just feelings, this message carried a plan. And logic. And reasons. The core of their planet, and, really, their existence, was very dangerous. Upon touching it, one would immediately be absorbed and recycled into new Soma. But, at the beginning of it's collapse, those powers in creation would remain in a static state. So, taking advantage of this fact, the population could fuse shortly before the core's collapse. But all those who could move, propel, or change the speed of objects would go last, shortly after they launch the core in the direction of other planets, so that the remnants would lend their powers to whoever came across them. The speaker left their listeners to their own thoughts for a moment, and then let them discuss the idea. What do you think? They asked the crowd, which responded in almost total unanimity . Why not? We're all about to die anyways, said one. Echoes of agreeance filled the stream. They'd decided.

In a few years, the fragmented remnants of the lives that the inhabitants of Exi had will reach Earth. They will survive their journey into the atmospere, and will transfer the blessings and burdens of their Soma on to a select few individuals. But right now, they are dying, and their legacy is in danger. So they press themselves against the core of their existence, slowly dissapearing as it grows larger and larger, eventually as large as Earth's moon.