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How long have you been here? Honestly? You don’t know.
The dark blue backdrop has swirls of light purple as you swim in it.You make sure to avoid colliding into the occasional batch of floating rocks that dot the wretched place.
It’s all the same but also not. Ever rarely, you stop moving and sink to one of the larger landmasses. Next to it, a waterfall.
You look at your reflection. Your mandibles open and close without so much as a blink.
This is all you know really.
But also not.
Very faintly, you can remember having legs.
And wings as well.
You adored a treat known as..amezaiku, whatever it tasted like.
And your siblings, you remember them as well. Their names escape you, but you remember the blue one controlled time and the pink one controlled space.
You remember three spirits. They were cursed as they failed amazingly to stop your rampage of anger and hatred.
Somehow, you remember the one you hate the most the most clearly. The yellow sprite said something about the memories that are the most painful are the ones that stick with you.
You hate that the yellow sprite is right.
You remember that mockingly polite laugh,the clack of his hoofs that stuck fear at first, then frustration, then absolute rage into you as you grew. His snow-white fleece that always was not stained. How he could say ‘’I love you’’ one minute when you were doing as he commanded, then he insulted you when you did something wrong. The way he followed orders from whatever measly mortal was alive that day. How he lost to ‘’hero’’ that barged into your and your siblings' divine realm without hesitation and permission with a small army of Pokemon. Arceus. Even the mention of his name makes you want to tear into somethings,anythings,flesh and kill them.
What a stupid name.
Arceus.
It sounds like a baby speaking.
Yet again, your name isn’t much better.
Giratina. Apparently, it comes from girasol, a type of fancy rock called a gemstone, you think.
Like the pink one had pearl in it somewhere and the blue one, diamond. The type of rock you used to have on your back.
The keyword is ‘’used to’’.
You don’t want to think about your past anymore. It makes you sad. No, not that. Nostalgic? No, not that either. Some other emotion, the pink sprite said it once. And only once. Discomforting. Closer than the others, but not exactly. But it will do as a describing term for now. You break eye contact with your reflection in the waterfall as you move one of your tentacles to pick up a rock.
It is golden in color, and semi reflective. You study your blood- red eyes for what seems like hours on end before setting it down. With one little nudge, a shadowy look-a-like of you springs out. You know that it’s not alive in any sense of the word, but it's nice to have anything to talk to.
One problem. You don’t know what to say.
‘’Hi’’
Complete silence. As always. You should have known that this was pointless from the start. You should have known that all things lead to disappointment at best, and eternal damnation at worst. Lucky you got to experience all of that spectrum, from the in-between to the absolute extremes.
Nudging the rock yet again, the pure-black copycat of you disappears in a cloud of smoke and soot.You spent hours perfecting that dissipation, you remember. Carefully, you place the golden rock back on its island in this sea of nothingness and entropy.
You. finally. snap.
You head to the coast of this pocket dimension and ram yourself towards it.
Over and over again.
You know you will regret this later. You don’t care.
You don’t care as the shock from the red chains that cover the edges of this stationary sea send you backwards.
You don’t care as all your nerves are screaming for mercy.
You don’t have mercy. Not for mortals, not for you and especially Arceus.
Especially Arceus.
Over and over again.
Over. And over and over.
Finally, the pain becomes too much to bear.
You slowly, weakly make your way up to the closest island. It's far too small to hold your whole body, but your head fits snugly on it.
You’ll never admit it, but you love this place sometimes.
Empathize sometimes.