I confess that even I can not separate fact from fiction about the distortion world where Giratina reigns, or indeed about the awful ghost-dragon who is often called its king. That it is inhabited can be fairly surmised, if only by the letters carried on Drifloon, but even this fact is not unquestioned, for some who claim to have fallen into that world claim it was a wasteland bereft of life. It is said by some to defy all laws of nature; its architecture often levitates, the blue and purple found everywhere superficially represents the night sky, yet it permeates into dark caves and dwellings with windows closed, where the color of the sky has no meaning.

This world is Giratina's creation, or Giratina itself, or a prison constructed by Arceus, for Giratina was a mad beast which destroyed nearly everything it touched. Those who believe Giratina takes physical form dispute its appearance; both camps see a grey colossus of a dragon wrapped in golden bones, but the shape of its wings and whether it has legs or tentacles remain the subject of bitter arguments among its own followers. For there are many who have reasoned that if Giratina created a world, it must be Arceus' equal, although others dispute this idea. And some eccentrics have taken it a step further, claiming that Giratina is Arceus' rival, and that Arceus has failed the world, so Giratina must be summoned to our own.

Giratina's cult is often described as organized madness, and many of their grisly rituals are too horrible to print here, for the details themselves have driven men to their side. But their goal is even crueler than their sacrifices, for should they succeed, the distortion world and our own would become one.