A sudden emptiness tore through the mind, and then light. Not sunlight, not starlight—something deeper, purer, stretching across the senses like the pulse of the universe itself.
Consciousness returned, but not in a human body. Every thought, every sense, every fiber of awareness resonated with a power that dwarfed comprehension. He was no longer merely human. He was Arceus.
The world beneath him stretched infinitely. Mountains, rivers, forests, and plains moved not just with the laws of gravity, but with the currents of energy that threaded the planet together. Streams of elemental force coursed through the air, faint yet perceptible, as if the planet itself had a heartbeat.
He tested the first of his authorities. With a thought, the Flame Plate ignited a stream of fire along a dry valley. The flames did not consume indiscriminately—they followed his intent, precise and controlled, yet undeniably powerful. With another flick, the Ice Plate froze the river's surface, spreading crystalline frost in elegant patterns across the water. A simple sweep of the Psychic Plate rippled through the currents of the land, revealing lingering energies, subtle traces of life, and the ebb and flow of elemental forces.
Nothing was beyond reach. Mountains bent slightly as he touched them with the Normal Plate, rivers changed course with a thought, and the skies warped, clouds moving to follow the logic of his mind. Creation itself was under his fingertips.
Curiosity led him further. A portion of his Authority subdivided without effort. From it, a minor Legendary Pokémon emerged, autonomous yet intrinsically bound to the design of the universe. It moved, observed, and tested itself within the space he provided—proof of his power, of the independence and strength of emanations drawn from his infinite essence.
He moved through the land, testing each Plate, weaving elemental threads together. Fire and water combined into swirling steam columns. Ice shattered under controlled impacts. Psychic energies intertwined with the natural currents. Each action required no effort; each effect followed intention perfectly.
And so he stood there, in the body of Arceus, fully conscious, fully aware, and fully capable. And with his limited omniscience he now knew where he was little garden the world of problem children are coming from another world aren't they.