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It's been a while since you've been to the surface. You were likely made approximately 734,000 years ago, although you only started counting when you learned of the human's perception of time. Arceus of course keeps track, but you've never bothered to ask. It isn't your job to ask. It's your job to watch.
The history of the world is fascinating. You've always had something or other to observe. Since Arceus is unknowable, all-encompassing, et cetera, you were created to act as His eyes. You go down to the surface every so often and take in the scenery, speak to people, note down major events, and simply take in the state of the world. Any time Arceus has a goal set out for the humans to achieve, you watch their progress.
Once you feel like your job is finished, you report back, and move to observe somewhere else. That, or you take a hundred year break. Time passes rather quickly when you want it to— you simply can stop existing for a set period of time. Arceus will call you back into existence when you're needed again.
Where did it all begin? Humans are relatively young. Maybe 200,000 years old. 'Brought', as Arceus puts it, from another world— another universe. They were tested and given countless trials, and they succeeded in each one.
Throughout the thousands upon thousands of years, humans have made so much progress. Given how Arceus has left the world to it's own devices, rarely interfering or creating anything new, Pokemon have popped into existence. They have gone extinct, and have been changed. It was very chaotic at first.
In the beginning, Pokemon were small. Minuscule. Arceus sped up the process, and it didn't take long before the land of the planet was habited by plants and Pokemon alike. The seas were abundant. Everything thrived.
It took many more thousands of years before Arceus chose to 'up the ante', as you suppose some humans would phrase it.
Humans were a gamble, for sure. You can't tell if He has emotions (you still wonder if you have emotions yourself), but if He did, you know He would have been worried. Indeed, the balance was delicate. Fragile. It was worrisome, how things played out at times. And yet, in the present, things are for the most part… peaceful.
And that brings you up to date.
Reminiscing put aside, you have your current task at hand: observe and document the region of Hisui, 2,000 years after the eruption of Mt. Coronet, while figuring out the cause of the space-time distortions and the frenzy of the Nobles.