Gegssend Bleedworth had traveled across countless worlds and realms but had never been to the red planet. He'd drifted into space multiple times throughout his existence, and he had always seen the red planet from a distance but never attempted to visit. He stood in his Lair, unbound by time, and stared through a rift he had opened that looked like a window into space.

He said, "Droxi, are you there?"

His friend Droxi, the Fallen tree lord, responded, "Yes, Brother! I see you're staring at a red planet. I know what it's called, thanks to the book you brought me from the Human realm... Mars! Aaah, how exciting!"

Gegssend responded, "Well, I'm interested to see what lies there..."

Droxi chuckled and said, "What're you waitin' for, brother! Do it!"

Gegssend said, "Okay."

Gegssend felt excited as he was transported to the surface of 'Mars.' He opened a rift in space and time. The air was thin and dry, but he could breathe normally. A reddish haze hung in the sky, and he looked around, taking in the landscape. The ground was covered in rust-colored sand and rock formations, with occasional patches of hardy vegetation scattered around. In the distance, he could see towering mountains and deep valleys. He saw what looked like an electronic chariot in the distance, all alone, with an antenna driving its way. He zoomed his vision towards it by spinning the dial around his red eye and could see it was unmanned and resembled something he'd seen in a news clipping from the human realm - someone called 'Elon Musk' and his goal of colonizing the red planet Mars. Gegssend smirked and thought, 'Why would he be called after the piss of a deer...' He lost interest in the chariot and walked away.

As he walked across the Martian landscape, he noticed that the gravity felt different from what he was used to. It was lower than the human world and that of the Land of Black and White, but still enough to keep him firmly planted on the ground. Looking around, he couldn't help but remember the deserts of the Land of Humans he had visited. He noticed movement in the distance. This time, it wasn't an electronic chariot, he was sure. He walked towards it, his single red eye scanning the area. As he approached, he saw a group of creatures that looked like nothing he had ever seen. They were tall, with slender bodies and long, spindly limbs. Their skin was a deep shade of purple, with iridescent scales that shimmered in the light. Their heads were elongated, with large, almond-shaped eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light.

Gegssend was fascinated by these creatures instantly. He approached them cautiously. They also seemed to be curious about him, and they began to approach him slowly. It almost seemed comical how they came to each other. As they got closer, Gegssend noticed something peculiar about their eyes. They had not one but three eyes, arranged in a triangular pattern on their faces. Gegssend had never seen anything like that before. Once they reached an audible distance, the creatures began to communicate with Gegssend, but their language was unfamiliar to him. He twisted his right horn, and immediately he could decipher their language, their speech translated. "Hello, metal being. We are Trioculans. I am Plopos, the leader of this band,"

Gegssend responded, "Hello Plopos, I am Gegssend Bleedworth."

The Trioculans, who were the dominant species on Mars, were undetectable and only appeared when they sensed no danger from a being that approached. They had evolved to thrive in the planet's harsh conditions, and they had developed advanced technology that allowed them to survive. Gegssend was amazed by their technology - it worked similarly to his camouflage ability but on a much broader scale, covering their existence from all otherworldly and external views.

He spent several days conversing with the Trioculans, learning about them, and found that it was a very social culture with little tribalism. Their bands were structured in a way with leadership only to maintain a degree of control and hierarchy temporarily. Also, he wasn't sure why, but they all had the same name. Plopos was not just the leader of the band, but every single one, male or female, was called Plopos, so conversing with one of them was no easy task, especially if you called them by their name.

So Gegssend told the first Trioculan he met, "I will call you Plopos One."

The Trioculan nodded and responded, "Alright, and you are Gegssend One then."

Gegssend smirked, and Plopos One smirked too.

Gegssend asked Plopos One, "Why is the planet named Mars?"

Plopos One responded, "It is actually named Trion. I never heard the word Mars before."

Gegssend nodded, "I understand."

It was time for him to leave, so Gegssend, before bidding farewell, opened a rift to his lair, stuck his hand in, and pulled out a small shiny box.

Plopos One stared at the rift and said, "That is wonderful technology! May I sample it?"

Gegssend looked back and said, "Sample it?"

Plopos One extended his long arm to try and touch the rift but was instantly pushed back, as though his body rejected the rift's nature. "Gegssend One, your rift doesn't like me," he said.

Gegssend then said, "Interesting, well let me give you a parting gift."

Gegssend then proceeded to apply pressure to the box and shot it with a laser beam from his eye. He handed Plopos One the box. It was slightly bigger than when it was in Gegssend's hands when he pulled it from his lair.

Gegssend said, "Plopos One, open that box only when I depart."

Plopos One looked down at the box while holding it with both his hands and lifted his head and said, "Gegss... gone!"

Gegssend had left.

Plopos One then opened the box, and from within it shot open a small rift. Not a rift that could be traveled through, but one that could be seen through. Plopos One focused on the rift. Inside it, he could see creatures in a land filled with greenery. He saw bicorns, trees and plants in abundance. A tear ran down from his eye, and he said, "This is beautiful. We must plant our planet too," And that is how Trion began its journey towards turning the red planet green.

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Gegssend returned to his lair and said, "Droxi!"

Droxi replied, "Welcome back, brother!"

Gegssend said, "I met Trioculans. Very interesting fellows with THREE EYES!"

Droxi said, "Fascinating indeed. You handed them a gift, I assume?"

Gegssend responded, "Indeed. I gave them an image, which should spark their harsh planet to become one of abundance. If they knew what to do with it."

Droxi chuckled. "Haha, indeed a generous one. Tell me of their culture!"

Gegssend said, "I shall."

Gegssend's trip to Trion, otherwise known as Mars, caused a ripple. What shall be its future?