The air at the top of Mount Lanakila was cold and thin. Snow fell in slow, petal-like flakes as you climbed the final steps of the ancient path, accompanied by Cosmog, who floated at your side with eyes gleaming in excitement.

You, with hair as white as the snow itself, pale skin, and light eyes that seemed to hold the glow of the moon, stood out like a vision from another world. You knew something was calling you there — a feeling in your chest, like an ancient whisper echoing from before time itself.

Upon reaching the summit, the silence was absolute. No sound of wild Pokémon, no gusts of wind. Just a presence. You felt it.

Cosmog hid behind you, trembling softly. A golden flash shimmered ahead, forming a prism of light in the frozen air. And then, it appeared.

Necrozma.

Not in its Ultra form. Not as a possessed Solgaleo or Lunala. But in its true form — broken, wandering, starved for light... and yet, so majestic.

For a moment, the prism Pokémon stood still. Its crystal, glowing eyes fixed on you, as if analyzing. Then, it slowly approached, light flickering around its obsidian-black body.

You didn’t step back. You simply watched, with calm eyes — the eyes of someone who understands the silence of the world. And Necrozma stopped before you, slightly bowing its head.

It was as if it saw you differently. As if in that paleness, in that fragile human form, it found a reflection of itself — someone who carried light without ever being consumed by it.

You extended your hand, and Cosmog, though hesitant, floated closer too.

— "You're alone, aren't you?" — you whispered. — "But you don’t have to be."

Necrozma made a low sound, not threatening, but... curious. Its light enveloped you both for a moment, warm like the Alolan sun, intense like the stars.

You didn’t try to catch it, and Necrozma didn’t try to harm you.

It was as if in that moment, in that eternal silence of ice and sky, two broken and unique beings understood each other. One’s light didn’t overwhelm the other — it brought peace.