I can't remember of a time I didn't exist. Perhaps I have always existed. For those who do not know, my name is Eļëqvà, and nothing makes sense anymore. What am I? Am I a human? What is the difference between humans and other beings? How do you determine if someone is a human or not? I used to believe that it was easy to distinguish a human from another creature, but then I had realized that was not the case. What is a human?
I believe I am a human. However, according to the definition of many "people" that I have met, I'm not a human, especially because of the shape of my ears. I understood nothing should be taken for granted, and that human beings are not the only creatures who are able to communicate through the use of phonemes, which can vary according to the anatomy of the species. I have heard monstrous beasts with teeth similar to those of a Gèvņü uttering inspirational quotes to me, for example:"Perfection does not exist in nature, it just exists as an idea".
I look at the external thermometer, it tells me that the outdoor temperature is 120.5 °C [248.9 °F], and I wonder if even today I will survive. Luckily, even this reality is compatible with the matter of my body. I open the windows, and a green light pervades my room. A hexagonal light source enlightens this planet, even though I'm not perfectly sure this is actually a planet. At this point, I have given up trying to find a logic that applies to all realities. I wear my protective suit and get outside. The air is made of Þèqqeř, a toxic gas I must be very careful about. I can't stay outside for longer than 30 minutes, not even with my suit, because the gas slowly takes control of my suit. A thick fog of Þèqqeř makes visibility over 300 feet difficult. Just like every day, I know nothing about the reality I'm in.
Every morning, since when Vazküi sent me that curse, 3000 years ago, I keep waking up in a different reality. It's a really uncomfortable situation, because every reality is completely different from the other ones, and I have to try and survive every day. It's hard. I feel lonely. I rarely meet creatures similar to humans, and even when I do, they always speak languages unknown to me. As you can imagine, learning a new language in one day is impossible, and building a universal translator is also impossible.
During the course of this curse, I have collected several technologies that help me survive more easily. I have been lucky, because the Almòð's had sent me a gift: a suit that protects me from the types of exotic matter that would otherwise have annihilated my body instantly. If I had not met the Almòð's, I would had already been dead.
You might be wondering what I eat. Well, I have a technology that creates synthetic food. Without that, I would had already been dead. Since I belong to a race that can't die of old age, this curse might as well last forever. Or, at least, until I will spawn in a reality that will be so hostile that it will annihilate my sleeping capsule as well. I have survived for 3003 years so far, but my existence has no meaning. I walk on the purple terrain, and I see a mountain floating in mid-air, far away from here. I bet there is absolutely nothing over there, but I think it would be a good idea to go there and see for myself, since I could also be wrong.