**Reborn: A Gardevoir's Melody**

You plop down into your chair, exhausted from the day's events. The monotony of the human world has you feeling especially drained today. You're just about to check your phone for messages when a strange, glowing light catches your attention. You squint, barely able to make out what it is before the luminescence engulfs you entirely. "What's going on?" You shout in panic, gripping the arms of your chair. Your vision blurs and your surroundings shift. Colors and shapes meld together in a dazzling array before that familiar environment fades away entirely. When the world finally comes back into focus, you realize something is very, very different. You're no longer in your room; instead, you find yourself standing in a lush, verdant forest. You glance down and freeze. The first thing you notice is your arms—long, slender, and green. Your fingertips are pointed, way too delicate and alien compared to your human hands. Panic rising, you place a hand on your chest, only for it to brush against a red, horn-like object embedded within. The sensation sends a shiver up your spine. "W-what is this?" you stammer, but the voice that comes out isn't yours. It's softer, almost melodic, an echo of someone else's. Your panic intensifies. You clutch your head, fingertip-like tendrils gripping your green hair. Hair? You’re barely able to process when different sensations begin overtaking your body—a stretching feeling in your legs as they elongate and thin out, the odd absence of feet yet a strange surety in balance, and a growing lightness as if you're not quite touching the ground. As the changes continue, your old memories begin to slip away. The realization feels like sand in your fingers, memories of family, friends, and your human past drifting out of reach no matter how desperately you try to hold on. "No! I am—I am—" but even your name eludes you now, fading into the abyss of forgotten human thoughts. A low murmuring creeps into your evolving consciousness. Emotion, warmth, loyalty—they overflow within your chest. These aren't just feelings, they're principles, inherent truths written into your very being. Who were you? "Gardevoir?" you catch yourself saying, the word now laced with a sense of identity. Your transformation is nearing completion, your reality shifting irrevocably. The final piece falls into place. A flood of new memories, new instincts engulf you as the last remnants of your humanity are swept away. You recall extensive knowledge of your abilities—creating small black holes, sensing emotions, and distorting dimensions—all abilities that define your new existence. You blink, your large pink eyes focusing on the forest surroundings as if seeing it for the first time. The unfamiliar scent, the brushing of wind against your green hair, everything feels perfectly natural. There isn't a hint of the human world left in you, not even the memory of said transformation. Your mind is calm, peaceful, complete in its new form and identity. "Gardevoir," you murmur softly, feeling a sudden, intrinsic purpose resonate within you. You are a Gardevoir, belonging to a world where loyalty and protection rule your every step. That is who you've always been, and it fits as though nothing else ever existed.