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How do you catch sand to stop the tide of the desert, with only bare hands as tools? Mew had seen the futile efforts of countless souls go about their lives. Never before had she expected to feel as panicked as those souls looked.

Within each universe, were countless galaxies. Within each galaxy, trillions of planets. Each planet held billions of people, each containing a soul that piloted a body until the end of its time.

Thanks to Mew, there were now souls losing their way. Slipping through the cracks between their existences. How could one ever reach the afterlife if they never reached the after? For a soul's first step to take them through the fragile floor of their reality and drop into a new one, in a body not meant for them. Mew wasn't just to blame, but she was solely to blame.

Mew had tried as hard as she could to repair the cracks between continuities and yet there was something still keeping them from resealing. She knew what that thing was. The little human named Espir. Her experiment, her project, her game. She had tried to make his wishes come true and had somehow torn his very existence into multiple parts.

Until she had each part in the right location, every part of him would stay on. Unwilling experience of that which should not be experiencing anything. Souls were the pilots to observe and live. The bodies were simply vehicles to interact. The mind was an untested racehorse of possibility, the dreamworld were the tracks to race upon.

Mew, in her eagerness to experiment, had torn Espir into his body- still alive in his former reality; his mind- currently stuck unable to die in the rubble of Mount Coronet; and his soul… wherever that may be.

Mew, knowing that she had to act, decided to finally stop attempting to reseal the cracks. It was a futile effort, like pushing back against time itself. She needed to fix the cause before she could fix the symptoms. Existence was sick. She would be its healer.

Mew knew the locations of Espir's body and mind. She needed to somehow connect the two and then she could use them to locate his soul. It wasn't something she had ever tried before and it made little sense to her, but at least her overseer would see that she was doing something to try and solve this catastrophic problem.

Mew looked into the world that held Espir's mind. The avatar his mind had conjured up was still shattered beneath the ground, experiencing every agony that the rocks allowed him. She would need to heal him and help him back on his way to his body.

Mew sank down, into that reality that she had chosen to bend to her will. The people of this world were once again free of her influence- or so they thought- yet, she had to be mindful of the damage she had done. She needed to reach Espir without being spotted.

This world was a broken world. Mew had felt the presence from within it. The being of shade and fear roamed loose and free in this world. Espir, the kind boy, had tried his best to stop the people of this land from using this Pokémon's power. He had failed and it had cost him his life- within this world at least.

Mew pushed through the clouds. The world from its exterior seemed perfectly normal. It was a cloudy day where she had chosen to touch down, but nothing appeared wrong at a first glance. From her experience, Mew knew that this was not the case. If such a Pokémon were indeed loose, not a single being in this world was safe from its effects.

Mew felt bad, in a way, as she had met this being. It was a singular entity, like herself, but it existed split- across all realities. It had no lust for causing the pain that it did, but it was in its nature; as it was in hers to be curious. Perhaps they were both destined for destruction in the end.

Mew flew further across the land, closer to the mountain that had caused so much pain. She passed slumbering Pokémon after slumbering Pokémon. Not a single person had been spotted yet- though she knew that they lived here. Mew reached the edge of the mountain and didn't stop her momentum, pushing in, under the rock. She knew where Espir's mind held its torment. If she didn't have an understanding of where Espir was buried, it may have been more difficult for her to find her way in the dark, unforgiving cold.

Finally, immobile in the rubble, there she saw him. Espir. A broken body representing a tortured mind. She had put this poor person through unimaginable sorrow. It was time to take steps to make it right.

Mew floated as close as she could to the human without startling him. She knew that it was likely that he knew she was there, but he had no way of showing it. His body was too broken to attempt to move, even to speak.

So, Mew decided to begin the conversation herself.

"Espir?" She asked, "I'm here to help you. I'm here to take you home."

Mew could feel the desperation coming from the broken form, although she received no confirmation back. She simply had to assume that Espir was willing to go home. She also could think of no reason that Espir would want to be trapped in this state for even a moment longer. They would be able to communicate once his mind was back within his real body.

Mew extended a small arm out towards the body and her eyes began to glow a vibrant blue. If they were not stuck underneath dense rock, those eyes would likely have lit up the area.

Espir's body started to glow, gradually reaching the same brightness that Mew's eyes had reached. As the two of them glowed in unison, Mew reached out with her other arm, to find Espir's true body, reaching through universe after universe to find the right one and then. There!

Her body formed a small pink bridge between the two barely living forms.

Like water poured down the sink, Espir's mind was pulled from the broken world and back into his own body once again. The body stayed still, lying down in its hospital bed. Mew could sense the activity flood through it as the mind reconnected with its vessel once more. She then set herself down on the frame of the bed and searched Espir for a line of communication.

"Espir? Can you talk to me?" She asked, reaching out and hoping to receive an answer this time.

"W-what the hell? Who is that? Where am I? I-I woke up, but I haven't r-really woken up at all, have I? What?" Espir's frantic voice shot back, far louder than she had expected.

"It is I. Mew. I brought you back to your body, but your soul is still adrift."

"Brought me- You! It's you! You're at fault for all of this! I have suffered so much, for so long, all because of you," Espir screamed within his mind, "why did you do this? Why can't I just die?"

"I'm so, so sorry," Mew said, "I can't say much else. It is beyond the comprehension of a mortal mind. Allow me to help you find your soul. That way we can fix this. Bring things back to the way they were."

Mew could sense the distrust pulsing from within the comatose body.

"Find my soul… h-how?"

"Let me tap into your essence once again," Mew said, "if your soul is capable of being found, it will shine like a beacon, leading me right to it."

"Don't take your time with this," Espir said, "I want to be living or dead soon. I don't want to exist in this hellish in-between any longer!"

Mew had no reply to that. She couldn't guarantee any timeline on the results. She couldn't even guarantee results. She had straight up lied to Espir about her motives, to avoid even tougher conversations. She only reached with her mind once more, her eyes glowing blue- looking deep past the walls of this reality.

There was a stuttering of a blue pulse, further out. It had drifted so far. Mew pushed harder, trying to get a closer bead on the soul. It flickered a little longer before fizzling out. She had the general location, she would just have to hope it wouldn't take too long to find him.

"Thank you," she said, "I'll be back with your soul soon."

With that, she left the half-dead human to lie in its stasis, to think upon the horrors it had already suffered. She had to hurry, otherwise she would forget exactly where that blue pulse had hailed from.

Mew shot through existences, racing towards the last known spot of blue. A pinprick of life beaming between the galaxies of souls. Mew rushed down, towards the world she believed the soul to be within. She was close, but unsure. Was it this world or the world just beyond, or had she passed it already?

She noticed a human, walking. No, not a human. A soul. It was carrying about its day as if it had not been separated from its body at all.

Mew, curiosity momentarily forcing her to forget her mission, floated down to greet this strange occurrence.

"Hello," Mew said, flying in front of the man's face. The soul started in surprise, but was otherwise unperturbed by the floating Pokémon.

"Hey, how are you?" The man said.

"Do you know who I am?" Mew asked, "why aren't you shocked? Why do you roam free, as you do?"

"Because I am free?" The man said, confused, "free will is something all people have. I have no idea who you are by the way. Should I?"

"I would think so," Mew said, "otherwise you'd be a little more surprised."

"It's been a strange day already, so I don't think a talking alien can really do anything else to shock me."

"What do you mean by a strange day?" Mew asked and, just as the man was about to answer, Mew felt the bright blue pulse from the soul she had been searching for. Without waiting for his response, she sped towards the blue beacon, pushing through realities. She was so close.

She heard a yelp, followed by a gradually quietening scream. Mew looked back as she found the world the was looking for. Through the quickly closing hole between existences, she saw a sparkle spiral away, falling from the sky. The soul. Mew made a mental note to try and sort that soul out as soon as she was done with this one. This was the cause of the multiversal calamity and, as such, was the priority to fix.

Mew found the soul. Trapped within a wispy little shadow of a Pokémon. Hiding. The blue pulses she was feeling were from memories. Memories were being forced into this soul's experience, connecting it to its original host. But it had a body now… It would be difficult to extract the soul from its current form without doubling down on the mistakes Mew had already made.

Mew had an idea and knew that it could work, at least more successfully than pulling the soul from this Pokémon. She reconnected the line, across such an expansive distance, between the body and mind, and the now located soul.

The line, only visible to her, started to burn bright as memories flooded down the connection, pummeling the poor Pokémon with its past life. Once the final memory had dripped down into the new mind of this Pokémon, Mew could see this connection alive and well between the Pokémon and the host of Espir.

She hated herself for what she now had to do, but it was the only way to begin saving the universes. She gripped onto the bright blue line, her eyes matching its tone, and pulled. Like glass, the line shattered. Holding both ends of the broken connection, Mew watched the body and mind of Espir die, finally being allowed their rest after such a long tortuous spell.

The Pokémon before her, this Marshadow, had also fallen unconscious. It looked to have buckled under the weight of its newfound knowledge, but it was not dead. If anything, this ghost had never been more alive.