A man's spirit is free, but his pride binds him with chains of suffocation in a prison of his own insecurities
Jeremy Aldana
I own nothing but my own Ideas
I made use of "A horrific myth" from the Canalave Library, for this story
Look not into the pokemons eyes
In but an instant you'll have no recollection of who you are.
Uxie is suffering at the hands of Jupiter. Their eyes are open. Jupiter no longer knows her name, but it doesn't matter. She is burning with purpose. Cyrus's purpose is all that she lives for now.
Return home, but how?
When there is nothing to remember?
It doesn't last, and little by little, more memory goes. Who considers the price, that grasping at a dream will cost. Cyrus didn't, and neither did Jupiter, caught up in the trail of his blazing star. She can not remember her reasons to be here anymore, and there is no Cyrus to remind her. She quits. She wanders more and more in an attempt to find something familiar, but never does.
Dare not touch the pokemons body.
In but three short days, all emotion will drain away.
Mars touched Mesprit, along with scientists, healers, even Cyrus. Scientists find their field no longer interests them, healers come to find themselves dispassionate, and Cyrus himself finds it harder and harder, to find the passion he once had for creating a new world. Just a cold resoluteness. The others feel awful for what they did, guilt creeping under their skin.
Mars finds that Team Galactic no longer interests her. Nothing does anymore. She is empty. She searches for a way into the distortion world, a way to Cyrus, reasoning that if anyone can ignite a sparl of emotion in her, it will be him.
Above all, above all, harm not the Pokemon.
Saturn brought Azelf to one who would harm them. Cyrus hurts them, but Azelf remembers how they ended up here, and everyone who hurt them. Scientists leaves Sinnoh in an attempt to look for a cure, as their skin slowly turns cold and hard. They all look for a cure, a way to reverse it, but they never have enough time. Saturn tries to lead Team Galactic in a into a better direction with what little time he has left.
In a scant five days, the offender will grow immobile in eternity.
He does not remember his name. He does not remember why he wanted to reshape the world, but he carries on with it. The reasons are slipping further and further away, but they do not matter. When his plan goes sideways, he walks off into the distortion world, with little rhyme or reason, his skin as hard and cold as his heart.
It won't save him, but nothing can anymore.
He is incomplete, imperfect, and lost, far more than any Pokemon or human ever has been.
And it doesn't even matter to him anymore.
Nothing matters to him now.
He is incapable of caring.
It's over.
He is little more than an Illusion now.
"And, like all illusions, they fade over time, until death banishes them forever."
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