Before, she existed in nothing but darkness. It had always been this way. She was a goddess without a name, wandering the lonely void through which man dreams. She saw glimpses of man's world through those dreams, but she could not enter it. This she knew, for her touch would be anathema to all of creation. It would wither, distort, and die at her mere presence. This is why she was cursed to wander this void. And yet, she longed for it so much, the loneliness holding her fast like cold, biting chains in an otherwise boundless prison. But one night, she wandered upon the dreams of a woman - one who was ostracised from her peers. She sensed in her a kindred spirit and could bear her solitude no longer. She spoke to the woman through her dream, and told to her of her want to see man's world, to be free from this nightmarish void and know the company of others, and so the woman offered, "Come then, goddess, enter our world. Not in your own form, but through mine, for we are as kindred in our loneliness." And so did the goddess leave the void, resting within the woman's body.

The woman left the home of her youth, a cold, snowy place far to the north. It was a difficult journey, even for someone used to that climate, and she would have succumbed to the elements if not for the appearance of a crippled Skiddoo along her path. Sensing the woman was near death, the Skiddoo spoke in the tongue of humans, "Daughter of man, I am broken of body and will soon die, but I would not see you perish too. Take my coat with you for warmth, and grant me a merciful end." And so the woman did, and wrapped herself in the warm hide of the Skiddoo, and nourished herself upon its meat, and was given renewed vigor. And the goddess within the woman took pity on the kid and took its spirit with her on their journey.

The woman's travels led her across the seas, to many beautiful islands, full of lush and verdant life. The goddess's heart soared, for she had never seen such beauty. She begged the woman that bore her to climb to the top of the highest mountain in the center of all the islands, so that she could behold all of the islands at once. And so the woman dutifully climbed to the peak Mount Abalone, though the heat was very much for her to bear. And the goddess looked out upon all of the islands, and wept, for all of the beauty she beheld and yet could not walk through with her own form.

At that point, from the caldera of the volcano, a majestic firebird rose from the lake of fire, and behold the woman, and beheld the goddess in her, and the spirit of the skiddoo with them, and asked, "My child, why do you cry?" It was Kaane, the god of creation. "Oh Lord Kaane," the goddess within spoke, "I am a cursed being that was forced to walk the void in which man dreams, for the touch of my true form is anathema to all of your domain. Forgive me for leaving my dark prison, I but wanted to see the world beyond the window of my cell." Kaane considered this matter, and said, "It is tragic that this should be so. But I am a god of creation, and god among gods. I will give you the freedom you seek. I shall recreate your form so that you may walk the lands of Wakino in peace. You shall be known as the Goddess of Rebirth, and I name thee Ululane."

And thus Ululane rose from the woman's body, her form now atop Mount Abalone and looking out upon the lands. And her tears of joy were so great that they calmed the volcano's caldera and laid it to quiet rest. Ululane turned to the woman who had borne her, and named her her first priestess, and left the spirit of the Skiddoo inside of her. "As the Goddess of Rebirth, it is my wish that your first child will bear this Pokemon's soul in thanks to the life it saved, which brought me to this form. And I thank you, my priestess, for bearing me thus far. Though troubles you have known your entire life, I will see to it that peace and a chance for new life comes to you, just as you have brought it to me."

And so Ululane and Kaane left Mt. Abalone, and the woman descended the mountain once more to live her life anew.