"And you might need something stronger than Plane Shift." 

"I'm not shocked by that but I'm not thrilled either." Sigh. 

"To be clear, the relative power and social standing of various races doesn't require something as impressive as a dragon to count as Enhanced; an aasimar surrounded by humans would count as an Enhanced race." 

"But if everyone is an aasimar, it doesn't?"

"Right." 

She breathes out slowly. "Plenty of books are mostly just about one race...I'm not trying to create Golarion Again: This One Doesn't Have Rovagug. It would make everything much simpler if there were just the one kind of person...well, excepting familiars and so on...I'm not opposed to archmages creating new races or whatever, but then it's their problem to design them, not mine. I just want to make something that Pharasma will allow to link up to her existing Creation and which won't be a horrible crime against everyone who lives there. Let's just do the one species and forgo the flaw. Is that okay?"

"That's completely okay," the angel assures her. "It will make your world look like a weird niche demiplane to anyone on Golarion who finds out about it, but that's not necessarily a problem." 

"That's fine. And--I'm not opposed to there being other kinds of people, I just..." she drums her fingers against her thigh again. "I don't want to get bogged down doing a lot of species design, and I don't want to condemn a lot of people to being--second class--because I didn't feel like personally making sure they weren't."

"We could default to one species, and then when everything else is pretty well wrapped up we could revisit the question, if you're not too impatient to leave." 

"...I guess that works. What is...leaving going to be like?"

"I haven't actually gone through it myself. I know what will happen to you next--you'll be reborn, in your new body in your new world, and you'll start to regain your memories as a teenager--but as to what the experience of the transition is like, well, I've never met the same person again after they've been through here, and even if I did, I'm sure infantile amnesia would have claimed that memory." 

...It seems sad, to never see the same person twice. Or, well, the angel has the other servants of the "Will of the Multiverse," but she's expressed enough contempt for that system that it still seems lonely. 

"Alright. What's next?"