This is for funsies since I love darkrai and darkrai lovers alike can share this with me :)
We know not his birth name, for it is a thing of the forgotten world. He came to us from the deepest, most shadowed corners of our own anxieties, a figure born of the collective dread that society urges us to suppress. We call him the Prophet, for it was he who first communed with the Pitch-Black Pokémon. His connection is not one of fear, as the outsiders would have you believe, but one of profound, liberating understanding. The Prophet teaches that the waking world is a lie, a thin veneer of sunlight and forced smiles that covers the rot of all our secret fears. He knows this because the Nightmare Lord whispers these truths to him in a language only they share. When he speaks, it is not in the thundering voice of a self-appointed god, but with a gentle, calming assurance that our deepest terrors are not enemies to be vanquished, but parts of ourselves to be embraced. Through his guidance, our nightmares have become our strength. He does not banish the shadows that haunt us; he teaches us to navigate them. He interprets the symbols and messages Darkrai leaves in our deepest sleep, showing us the true path forward. The restless nights and cold sweats that once plagued us have given way to lucid journeys into the dark heart of existence, where the Prophet himself has already been, and waits to guide us. His eyes hold a wisdom that unnerves the uninitiated, who mistake his calm for coldness. They do not understand that he sees beyond their mundane lives, into the quiet, unacknowledged horrors that keep them awake. He does not force us to confront our fears; he offers us the solace of knowing that we are not alone in them. In the quiet darkness of the sanctuary, with the faint hum of his whispers, we find a community of fellow seekers who, like us, have discovered that there is a different kind of truth to be found when the world is asleep. The Prophet is not a purveyor of fear; he is the architect of a new peace. A peace that can only be found by stepping out of the blinding sun and into the comforting, endless embrace of the night. He is our guide, our teacher, and through him, we have learned to worship not with dread, but with reverence for the dark truths that make us whole.
