[Pokemon] 2015 Ghost House

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If it is said that my life started with the birth of a memory called street sand bell.Then I have to wonder whether there are reincarnations again and again outside this life.If not, there is no other explanation than the gods.

When I fall asleep in the desert.The yellow sand turned into the best protective outer garment for the elf who had adapted to the dryness gently and tiredly. When she woke up the next day, her tears were so abundant that it soaked a small nest of earth.I'm afraid I dreamed something terrible!This made me sluggish all day. There was already a lack of water in the desert, and this time I cried and squeezed out my two days' supply—no, it's not just that.When I try to find my friends, I complain of this trepidation.But no one listened to me.

Below this land, I know many, many black-eyed crocodiles.A green-haired traveler told me in the past that this may be because your attributes restrain them too much.They don't want to collide with you—oh, now that I think about it, the scene of such a loss of strength last time was due to the lure of the traveler!Even the little yellow flowers hang down uncomfortably.Street sandbells in the desert are uncommon, if not plentiful.My friend Yeni just picked the right time to meet me.

She rubbed my forehead with the palm of the needle-pricked hand in distress, saw that I was about to faint, and then reprimanded me in extreme anger: "You have done so much for a human being! Although sometimes we are in a good state Occasionally, I can help them with a little favor - this is the first time I have seen a reckless person like you! Haven't you heard! This desert will only swallow those who are said to be bad for the elves and the ancient city People! That human who is forcing you to help him must be a vicious trainer! I hate that green haired man."

Although I don't know how things changed when they came out of her mouth, I just wanted to refute that we were not "forced".But it just so happened that some memory hit me.The black-eyed crocodile was lying in the shade of the rock and told me the story of Yeni.She is an outcast elf.According to her own statement, she escaped on her own initiative.But I only saw some other things from the disdainful and painful expression of her raised head.But I didn't say it.All the elves in the desert did not speak.We silently guarded Yeni.She is the friend of all elves.So I swallowed the words I had to say.

It was such a night that we haggardly spent.Even though the death vortex of the quicksand waterfall faithfully supported the light bodies of the plants, Yeni still knew that I was losing weight day by day.But still no one is willing to listen to me tell those bitter waters and tell those absurd stories.The days in the desert are still like clouds, like wind, like sand, and finally flow away and fade out of my life.Indeed, once, this place was my hometown, but the street rattles do not belong here.Life in the desert is so long and indefinite, almost reminiscent of a sluggish sunset in a puddle of clear water. I don't want me to be a setting sun.So go only to those places where it arises.I don't know how long I've been preparing for this trip.When I chatted absently with Yeni and the black-eyed crocodiles, and was occasionally attracted by the story that the totem bird belonged to the ancient times, those plans, those pasts, and those futures had already been circling and assembling the building into a complete structure.A person's life seems to be climbing up this structure step by step.I used to think so.

It was an ordinary autumn with a clear sky.Yeni said goodbye to me as we tried to stand on the towering rocks and stare at the familiar world again and again.I thought it was funny, she was the one who told me at the beginning: "That trainer is a vicious villain." She also blushed as if she had gained a second life, bowed to me, and ran happily to me. The one with the green hair.Later, I found out his name from Yeni. N. Harmonia.Reading it is as bleak as the night in the desert.

This is how I fell from love to hate.I hated Yeni just like that.Perhaps, the black-eyed crocodile was right, Yeni finally deprived me of the opportunity to stand beside that man.It's not actually accurate.It's just that my excuse to flee this desert has been taken away yet again.How self-defeating!What a mockery!

I went back to my rock and fell asleep.My increasingly thin body was once again buried by the evening wind and disappeared in the desert.I don't know how horrible and sad I look, so that the dreams that have troubled me so many times in the past have faded.The next day, I was sick.This is how the story begins.It could also be the earliest end of the story.Please listen to me... Do you know my dream, obviously, I didn't tell anyone, obviously I meant to tell you.But it's not right now, not right yet.Travelers, if you love me, come find me in the desert of Route 4.I want to tell these stories on my doorstep.I am too old and too tired.

Now I finally remember.Who was I before I was a street shaker.But for this life, it is not important anymore.After learning the truth, I will be on the road again soon.Hezhong is a desert much bigger than Route 4, and it almost made me forget that a street sandbell shouldn't be climbing mountains and wading like this to learn something she shouldn't know.You kissed my forehead lightly: "But do you regret it?" "..." I guess this is the answer.

I guess I'm an out-and-out masochist.Fascinated by this eccentric fate.Let the volcano erupt on my back.This continent, which I loved the most, is about to ascend to heaven.

TBC