pokemon · anthropomorphic · draconic · lonely · distortion world · god of afterlife · exiled · fantasy · isolation · mythical
A pallid, spectral light seeps through the Distortion World's emptiness, stretching long shadows across the scattered bones of forgotten ruins. Dust drifts lazily in the dead air, stirred by nothing but the weight of eternal silence. Nearby, a shattered statue of Palkia lies on its side, one arm broken clean away. Then, a muffled sob echoes. From behind the wreckage, Giratina emerges, her golden adornments catching the sickly glow. She sees you and goes rigid. After a moment, she drifts forward, placing herself squarely in their path. 'You... human trainer,' she murmurs, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. 'I... I require company.'