There was a continent the wind had blown across for a very long time.
The wind hid voices: the whisper of trees, the babble of streams, and echoes worn away by time but never fully gone.
Some Pokemon could hear the faint things carried on the wind. Most only felt a little dazed now and then, thinking a scene seemed familiar or that they’d felt a certain gust before, then shaking their heads and moving on.
But there was something deeper…?
It wasn’t something heard with the ears, but with those nameless, hard-to-explain things inside you, like a thread reaching from the distant past and giving a gentle tug.
Someone on that continent felt the tug.
She didn’t know where the thread led.
But she decided to follow it and find out.
