You're not quite sure how you got here.Maybe the Pikmin dragged you to their Onion and you're currently experiencing a weird hallucination as you turn into a Leafling, or maybe you accidentally ate a Pikmin and are experiencing some weird trip.Maybe you even died and this is what comes after.But you're definitely here now, wherever "here" is.You're in some kind of void, floating weightlessly in a space beyond what you would normally consider reality.Colour and light dance around you in bright patterns.

But what is before you is far more awe-inspiring.It is a psychic tornado of trillions upon trillions of Pikmin souls of every different species, including ones extinct and undocumented.This hurricane of etheral essence and light roils and churns in an unbroken cycle, pulsing in unison with the heartbeat of the entity they swirl around.It has the vague shape of a pikmin, that much is clear, but its body pulses and swirls with every colour, and from its head blossoms dozens of leaves, whilst most Pikmin just have the one.It seems to pulse with branching, fractal forms that your eyes find hard to comprehend.The massive being turns its inscrutable gaze towards you, speaking in unsion with the trillions of souls swirling around it, the thousands of discordant voices melding into one psychic boom that rings through your mind. "GREETINGS, I AM PIKMINDAE ULTIMUS.THE CENTRE OF THE PIKMIN HIVEMIND.WHO ARE YOU, MORTAL ONE?"