Pokemon: I Can Control Hundreds of Millions of Totems

The boy gazed out the window and murmured.

The room was dark, with no lights on. It didn't matter anyway. Apart from him, there was no one else left at home.

No matter how many lights he turned on, they couldn't brighten a Mid-Autumn Festival without family. Now it only looked even colder and lonelier.

The old grandfather clock in the room ticked away.

The boy lay on his desk, watching the rain outside and listening to its patter. His deep, distant eyes gradually lost focus, as if he were sinking into memories.

Among the lush green leaves outside the window hung clusters of bright red pomegranates. Rain beat against them, and the branches, unable to bear their weight, swayed along with the fruit**, giving a sense of hard-earned yet heartwarming satisfaction...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.