“I am Chimairan, the third progeny of my father. The origins of his existence—whether born of the natural order, crafted by unseen hands, or conjured from the very will of being—hold little consequence. With solitude as his sole companion, and driven by an unyielding call to creation, my father could not evade his fate. He yearned for a canvas vast enough for his grand designs, a realm to breathe life into his visions. Thus, he shaped the very fabric of space and time, albeit indirectly, through the genesis of his offspring, who would serve as conduits for these forces. Palkia and Dialga emerged, twin essences through which space and time would burgeon and find form. Palkia, the harbinger of space, rent the void, weaving matter from the tendrils of naught, casting it across the cosmos, birthing realms in her wake. Yet, matter alone does not suffice for life’s tapestry; time must unfold for life to burgeon and thrive. Thus, Dialga bellowed, a roar so potent that it set the gears of time in motion, heralding the inception of existence in our cosmos.
This celestial theater gave rise to stars, planets, and nebulae, which cast themselves from the heart of creation where my kin resided. Across these nascent spheres, life began to flourish; verdant worlds adorned with vast oceans, rolling plains, lush forests, raging volcanoes… with these a myriad of ecosystems burgeoned under their careful watch.
Yet, this cosmic genesis proved too vast even for my sire. He perceived the necessity for balance within this flourishing cosmos, thus he conceived me, Chimairan, as the avatar of Entropy. Unlike my elder kin, I was imbued with the quintessence of my father upon my inception. My role was simple: to temper the ceaseless expansion of the cosmos, to alleviate the burdens endured by my father, and to alleviate our dominion against the ravages of mortality itself. I embraced this mission with great fervor, I quenched stars, consigning planets to perpetual ice, and withering worlds into desolate wastelands. I stood as the counterpoint to my siblings’ acts of creation, ensuring that life did not surpass its natural limits and spiral into frenzied obliteration. Without my presence, the universe would have fallen into ceaseless agony. Life, unable to dwindle and diminish and die, would be overwhelmed by its own inexorable growth. It was a necessary evil.
Eons passed, an era measured in the billions of years, and I found myself wandering the edges of the cosmos, leaving a trail of entropy in my wake. Alone in a dimming universe, I sought companionship with my kin and father but found only solitude. What remained of my home were merely dying worlds and a few I had not yet touched—either too immature or too sparsely populated to draw my attention, still unripe. I suffered countless centuries in isolation, amidst entities that could scarcely fathom the depths of my loneliness, just simple, mortal creatures…
Then, at the very fringe of my kingdom of desolate infinity, a flicker of light took my gaze—a rift at the boundary of the universe, and through it, a hint of nascent life. Compelled by this, I ventured forth and collided with a realm both strange and foreign and somehow familiar.
Disoriented by the alien essence of this new universe—a maelstrom of novel energies and anarchic principles—I found myself immediately besieged by the universe itself. Everything was amiss: cardinal directions, the flow of time, the mass of atoms, all sung in discordant harmony. The very elements, so reminiscent of my home yet perversely altered, stood as enemies in this twisted realm. Here, in this unfamiliar cosmos, I was both stranger and foe, ensnared in a conflict with the laws of this new universe itself.
As I grappled with the bewildering nature of this new cosmos, I had scarcely a moment to orient myself when I came under assault. A servitor of my father, I presume, flanked by creatures of curious form, unlike any I had witnessed before. As you well recall—since you were present during this confrontation—your mastery over these beings was evident; they fought valiantly alongside you, following your commands even to the brink of their own demise. The question then, was this universe inherently more submissive than my own? And if so, why?
In the midst of this chaos, a revelation emerged—I felt the presence of my father, along with my siblings, Palkia and Dialga. They were not lost to the void nor fallen as I had feared, but vibrantly alive, flourishing even in this foreign expanse. Yet, something in my kin had altered; they seemed constrained, their once-unbound natures now tempered, much like the creatures you marshaled against me. This transformation in my siblings, was it a reflection of this universe’s inherent order? Or the result of some unseen bondage?
The realization struck, in an instant, once a cornerstone of cosmic equilibrium, I had been rendered obsolete. The entropy I once masterfully dispensed had been ingrained into the fabric of this universe—it permeated every atom, shadowed every life form. My purpose had been democratized, my uniqueness usurped. I had been supplanted by another entity, something eerily akin yet distinctly submissive—a controlled variant of chaos, crafted to stir disorder within tightly bound perimeters. This new agent, along with Palkia, Dialga, and seemingly all inhabitants of this realm, had been muted, their wild essences tamed to conform to my father’s designs.
The sting of betrayal seared through me as I grappled with my father’s deceit—the realization that I was not a cherished son as I had believed, but merely a tool, disposable at the convenience of his grand plan.
This insight ignited a tumult of emotions: fury at the duplicity, sorrow for my forsaken purpose, and confusion over my place in a universe that had moved beyond my ancient mandate.
How does one navigate existence when their foundational identity has been upended? What path does an obsolete deity take when their very essence has been distributed among the cosmos they once balanced? These questions haunted me as I contemplated my next steps, standing at the precipice between old wrath and new purpose, searching for meaning in a universe that had evolved beyond my original design.
My journey through these disparate realities and the immediate confrontation compounded with the profound disorientation of being unmoored from my purpose and place in the cosmos. As I sought to draw upon my home, to funnel my ancient power through a connection to my original universe, I dragged innocent beings into a realm utterly unsuited for them. Victims of the chaos that accompanies the actions of beings of immense power. These creatures, ripped from their home and subjected to the harsh realities of an alien universe, undoubtedly perished in your distant past.
And with the realisation of what I had done, I had no choice, retreating from the immediate threat of my father and his enforcers was not cowardice, but a necessary withdrawal in the face of overwhelming opposition.
That encounter, however, was not the end…
Centuries later, my inadvertent interaction with humans, triggered by their primitive technologies peering across dimensions, resulted in cataclysm. Their use of devices that inadvertently harmed me, coupled with their desecration of my kindred’s remains for fueling their prying engines, highlights your species lack of distinction between curiosity and ignorance.
In my despair I once again reached out to the burning light of your universe, appealing to my father. The ensuing catastrophe was not solely my own doing. Once again that damned servitor arrived, the sentinel of time, my brothers guardian, keeper and watcher. In the battle which ensued, her, her champions and I waged a war which overtook an entire nation. It lasted mere minutes and left an indelible mark on the history of your world.
Our worlds are diametrically opposed. One may not exist in both worlds. Passing beyond the veil is deadly to all who attempt it. Spending even a moment on the wrong side of the veil is certain death. As Chimairon could have told you.
I am not Chimairon. He passed away shortly after arriving here. He knew it would happen. I told you earlier, Chimairon was created with an iota of fathers quintessence. The ability to create. And that is what I am. The one thing Chimairon made. An avatar with the express purpose of interacting with your alien species, born to understand and to communicate. With his passing I am merely a living memory, fuelled by the lingering energies of his home. First the ambient remaining energy of the gateway, and then in a form of stasis, with the scant remains in the fluid in which I was suspended. With no means of returning home I will soon dissipate, lose my form and coherence.
I believe that I can heal afflicted, it shall benefit us both, removing the sickness of cross dimensional travel and providing me with more fuel for my mission. And with the right willpower and fortune, I believe it’s possible to impart this knowledge of restoration to others. But to embark on this journey of healing, I must first break be allowed to leave this confine. I am at your mercy, I am not Chimairon, I wield none of his power. With all I have left I can only attempt one final time to fulfill the mission of Chimairon, to reach out to Arceus and get the answers he sought. And, if possible, to slacken the chains which bind his siblings. It pains me to see them so enthralled, so unaware of their own bondage. I must release them from this unwitting servitude. “