if God's the game that you're playing, well we must get more acquainted -
[blinding aftershocks.]
- because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's h o l y.
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Arceus lives in a different world; a different dimension. He lives in a world of bright bright lights and nothing but words, wishes, prayers existing in places where humans and pokemon would be if Arceus lived in that sort of world.
But that's not his world and so Arceus is lonely, floating in the white space of a supernova that will never fade.
There are memories, too, that try to recreate themselves in those ever-empty spaves, memories of priests in long robes and colorful banners adorning town after town after town – the days when Arceus came before law and the law was Arceus.
But these memories date hundreds of years and Arceus knows (perhaps better than anyone or anything else) that the past is not the present and nothing changes that. Not even the law – not even a god.
So only the prayers keep him company, the hollow voices and letters hanging like constellations, meaningless to Arceus's ears.
Everything is meaningless in his world of bright-bright lights.
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Somewhere (everywhere) in Sinnoh, people pray to their god in vain, hoping they will hear his voice after hundreds of years of silence.
(Arceus stopped caring.)