Pokémon: Dreams Come True Starting in Sinnoh

The diary ends here with large blank and deleted pages. Most of the text has been crossed out and is illegible. Or perhaps the owner of the diary deliberately crossed out all the content so that no one could see it?

After flipping through dozens of pages, Xiao Zhi finally saw the remaining content of the diary, which was in a completely different style from usual.

"The 35th anniversary of opening, a cloudy day."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death—although we all know this is the natural course of life, when it comes, we find ourselves unprepared to face it... Our physical condition is much worse than before... Recently, at his suggestion, we bought seeds and built a flower field. He, already seriously ill, hopes I can bury him in a sea of ​​flowers..."

"Mr. Ghost is still the same as before, without any change... Seeing Mr. Ghost, I sometimes can't help but think that although birth, aging, sickness and death are hateful, living forever alone seems even more hateful. I want to go before him, so that I won't be so sad... But that would be too cruel for him... I understand, but I can only stay here. We still have an unfulfilled dream, the dream of turning the Forest Mansion into a world-famous haunted house is not over yet."

......

"rain"

"He's gone, and now it's just me and Mr. Ghost here... Mr. Ghost is just as sad as I am, but life has to go on no matter what... As the number of visitors gradually decreases, I realize that this mansion, which was specially built to be so huge, is now so eerie and desolate without any human presence... If I hadn't been hiding in this basement we built, I probably would have gone crazy, wouldn't I?"

......

Ash: "......"

Seeing this, Xiao Zhi put the diary down for the time being and remained silent.

The style of the diary's beginning is quite different from what it has been so far, and it clearly records a general outline of a person's life.

The vitality of youth, the yearning for the future.

Maturity brings the pain of separation and death, and the reflections and disappointments of life.

Ash can't truly understand because he's a trainer; his journey never stops, and he never confines himself to one place. So, he probably can't fully grasp the essence of it all.

But if we imagine a different scenario, if he were watching his family and companions die from illness, he would probably be in even more pain... At least Xiaozhi thinks that if he were in that situation, he wouldn't be able to calmly sit down and write in his diary to record his feelings.

After calming himself down for a while, Xiaozhi finally mustered up the courage to look at the last few pages of the diary.

"rain"

"Mr. Ghost and I are still doing what we've always done, but fewer and fewer people are coming here, and the Forest Mansion is gradually being forgotten."

"The situation outside is chaotic. Mr. Ghost showed me those scenes... I don't want to go out anymore."

......

"It must be a rainy day."

"My eyesight is already very poor... I don't know how much more I can write. The diary is almost finished anyway, so why don't I end it here?"

"But... if I stop even keeping a diary, it seems like there's nothing left for me to do... no guests, no acquaintances... all I have is Mr. Ghost... and recently I've even started to lose sight of Mr. Ghost... once I'm completely blind, it seems like there's no point in me living."

"No, there should still be some... at least we should try to cheer up Mr. Ghost, right? Since my husband passed away, Mr. Ghost has hardly smiled at all. He only smiles when he hears my laughter after his pranks have succeeded."

"What is its dream?"

......

"A very pleasant sunny day."

"My eyesight is almost gone, and this is the last entry in my diary."

"My health is deteriorating, and I can feel that my days are numbered... My memory is also getting worse. I've even forgotten my husband's name, and I can't even remember my own name. It's all because I was naive when I was young. If only I hadn't chosen the abbreviation I used when writing my diary because it was too much trouble."

"I really want to leave... I can endure loneliness, but I can't bear the loss of my memories... But if I leave, where will Mr. Ghost go? I..."

......

The diary entry ends abruptly. Several marks remain on this page, indicating that the paper was soaked and then dried. The diarist's agonizing struggles before death were all recorded on this page.

It doesn't seem to matter much how many years ago this diary was written, because—

"At least several hundred years ago, or perhaps several thousand years ago...?"

The eerie blue flames flickered violently, illuminating only Ash's shadow, but behind Ash stood the old man.

She looked at everything in the basement with a kind and reminiscent expression. When you looked into the old woman's eyes now, you could see that they were so empty, that she was blind.

"I really miss those days."

The old man spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Although I can't remember clearly, I can still feel the familiar scent emanating from here... It's dark and damp, but it makes me feel exceptionally at ease."

Xiao Zhi looked at the hunched old man, pursed his lips, and thought for a long time before speaking:

How long have you been here?

"How long...?" the old man pondered. "I don't know... Time wasn't that important even when I was alive, let alone after I'm dead."

The old man raised his head slightly, as if he had remembered something, but then slowly lowered his head again.

"Aside from some images of the mansion from the past, I remember nothing else... I just feel like something is pushing me to do what I'm doing now. It's gentle and kind, but I can't remember it, I can't touch it, and I can't see what it looks like anymore..."

The old man slowly walked to Xiao Zhi's side following the sound and reached out to touch Xiao Zhi's body.

However, the old man's hand passed right through Xiao Zhi's body as if it were air.

She died long ago; she is a ghost detached from the real world.

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P.S.: Daily request for a gift~