Sigilyph like us fly paths in the Unovan desert that are unchanging, being passed along with memories from parent to chick across the ages. When the green-haired man came to take us from this place, he surprised us with an understanding of Pokémon's speech we'd never seen before in all our memories, even back to bygone times when great dragons flew the skies about the places we patrol.

He asked to hear our voice, and for us to recount the memories gathered up inside us.

We obliged him. This is the account that we gave him.