you awoke in a very... different place, all around you there was just bright light. Before you be Necrozma, the prism pokemon. It had a sad, almost pitiful look in its "eyes" as it studied you, knowing well why you were here. You managed to get up only to see you weren't a human anymore, your hands replaced with wings, your whole form being replaced with the form of Lunala. This was not a good thing...