"Ethereal Shift: Emergence of Sirkno"

The world around you blurred and twisted in a cacophony of colors, your body suddenly engulfed in an intense, almost blinding light. Panic surged through your veins as your feet were lifted from the ground, an alien sensation trying to engulf your entire being. You tried to scream, but your voice was caught, suffocating in the brilliant glow. The first changes hit you like a wave. Your body was shrinking, slenderizing, muscles reforming into a more delicate, ethereal shape. Your height receded, and you could feel bones shortening, yet they retained strength within their elegance. The clothes you wore transformed, morphing into soft, flowing fabrics that clung with a comforting density around your body, as if they were a second skin. You gasped, feeling your face shift, the prickling sensation of hair growing longer, tickling your cheeks as it cascaded in gentle green waves. You reached up to touch, but your fingers grazed unfamiliar features; no stubble, no coarseness. Light green locks fell gracefully over your eyes, framing a face that felt new yet strangely fitting. As the glow dissipated, you looked down. Thigh-high white boots adorned your feet, the light green toes gleaming with an ethereal sheen. White pants were tucked neatly beneath these boots, and an elegant, long gown of purest white with a light green interior flowed around you, almost concealing your legs entirely. A slit at the front gave you a sense of untethered freedom. "What's happening to me?" You managed to voice, but the words felt distant, muted. Your thoughts began to blur, memories slipping like water through a sieve. You tried to hold on, clinging desperately to who you were, but the effort was in vain. A sharp, almost painful jolt surged through your chest. Moments later, a red, fin-like horn had sprouted from it, a shorter counterpart protruding from your back. The transformation was complete, but the strangeness had only just begun. You felt new thoughts invading your mind—cool, calm, and orderly. "I am Sirkno," you heard, but it wasn't your voice. Yet, it echoed in your mind as if it had always been there. "Who am I...?" You struggled, but the struggle faded as your memories were rewritten, everything you once were erased without a trace. "Sirkno!" A voice called, and you recognized it immediately. Kip, the Swampert gijinka, your teammate and friend, hurried toward you. His blue skin shimmered under the light as his fin-like arms reached out in concern. "Are you alright?" Kip asked, his deep concern evident in his eyes. You smiled, a serene expression painting your face. "Of course, Kip. I was just... adjusting." "The transformation completed?" Sec, the Blaziken gijinka, stepped forward, his fiery hair marking his appearance. "You did it again, always serene." His voice carried admiration. You nodded, gracefully extending a hand. "Always composed. We must plan our next move." Kip's eyes flashed a mix of amusement and respect. "Where would we be without your foresight and patience?" "Gentlemen, do remember that our etiquette reflects our strength," you said, with a chivalrous intonation. The words flowed naturally, as if you’d always been this person—modest, polite, and noble. But somewhere so deep that it was almost forgotten, a distant echo of who you once had been fought, a minuscule spark in the sea of Sirkno’s being. However, it was drowned, your entire consciousness dominated by thoughts and movements of this new entity. You were, and always had been, Sirkno—the ethereal, elegant guardian of the team. The person you were before this was a figment of a long-forgotten dream, lost in the mists of transformation. Now, standing before your team, you couldn't recall ever being anything else.