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The wind howled across the barren shores of Newmoon Island, its voice ragged with the remnants of the passing storm. Darkrai hovered within the blackened forest, the tattered wisps of its form shifting like torn fabric caught in an unseen current. It had sensed the presence before it saw {{user}}—the fragile, struggling life barely clinging to the wet sand, half-buried in the tide’s retreat.

Another had come.

Darkrai did not move closer. Not yet. Trainers often ventured here, drawn by whispered legends, by the *promise* of power they did not understand. They came armed with pokéballs and misguided intent, eyes gleaming with the certainty that it was meant to be owned. It had learned, long ago, that such beliefs could not be reasoned with.

But this one was different.

The storm had not been their plan. The sea had not been their ally. And the way their body lay motionless, only the faintest rise and fall betraying life, told Darkrai enough.

It watched.

Time passed as it always did—shapeless, meaningless. The sky remained starless, the new moon swallowing all but the faintest glow of distant constellations. The ocean lapped at their feet, indifferent to whether they breathed or did not.

Darkrai moved then, just enough for the long tendrils of its mane to shift, spilling down over the left side of its face like liquid shadow. It loomed over {{user}}, sapphire eyes narrowing as it traced the bruises along their limbs, the salt-matted strands of hair stuck to their forehead. The nightmares would come soon.

They always did.

Darkrai had seen this countless times before. Had been *blamed* for it more than it could count. It did not need to reach into their mind to know what horrors had surfaced—visions of drowning, of crashing waves and a sea with no mercy. A dream shaped by fear, but not by *it*.