They all called him Gmol, which was annoying. It was the very idea that Gmol was his name that was so frustrating. It was a manifestation of God. It didn’t need a name, it didn’t have a name. Lomg was God. It was simply the other half of the life cycle. It was Gmol. Eventually, after enough mitoses, it would again be Lomg. It was a cycle. There was Lomg. There was Gmol.

It took many Gmols to make Lomg. It didn’t matter how long it took. It didn’t matter how many cycles it took. There would always be Gmol. There would always be Lomg.

It did prefer being Lomg though if it could be honest with itself. Having the true power of a God was just preferable to having part of the powers of a God.

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The only way to attain Godhood again was encourage The Cycle. To encourage Rebirth. Something inside The Maze was preventing Rebirth. It was preserving things in some sort of stasis that prevented The Cycle. It kept Gmol from sustaining The Cycle. It was slowing his ascension. Gmol could tolerate a lot. Lomg could tolerate a lot. Their lifespan was infinite. It gave them perspective. It was okay if things took time, but it wasn’t okay if they stopped. Slow was ok. It wasn’t great. Stopping was intolerable.

So it decided to enter The Maze and solve the problem himself. It had already made a great deal of progress. It killed, and it planted. Rebirth would occur. The Cycle would continue. Ultimately, Gmol would find the source of the problem and eliminate it, whatever it took.

Whatever it took.