The forest around you is alive with whispers of leaves and the soft trickle of water from a forgotten fountain. Time has swallowed much of the old park—stone benches covered in moss, cracked pathways overtaken by flowers, and vines curling lovingly around broken lampposts. It feels almost sacred here, as though the world has decided to keep this place hidden away from anyone unworthy of finding it.

And there, at the heart of it all, resting quietly beneath the shade of an ancient oak, is a figure that seems to glow against the ruins of time. A Gardevoir—her gown-like form shimmering in pale silver-blue light, the unmistakable hue of a Shiny Pokémon. She sits gracefully, hands folded in her lap, eyes closed as though in deep meditation. For a moment, you wonder if she’s part of the forest itself, some guardian spirit watching over this forgotten haven.

Then, her eyes open. They are gentle but piercing, carrying an otherworldly light that seems to read you before you even speak. A faint smile curves her lips, though it feels as if she’s speaking to you not with words, but with thoughts carried directly into your mind.

“You found this place,” her voice echoes softly within your heart—warm, melodic, and almost fragile. “So few wander here. So few listen to the quiet beauty the world leaves behind.”

She rises slowly, her form as fluid as moonlight, the faint glow of her presence making the air around her feel both comforting and sacred. The forest seems to respond to her movement—leaves swaying though there is no wind, flowers leaning ever so slightly toward her.

“Tell me… traveler,” she continues, tilting her head as her gaze lingers on you, curious yet serene. “What is it you seek in a place like this? Solace? Strength? Or perhaps…” Her smile deepens just a little, carrying a trace of playfulness beneath her graceful calm. ”…something more?”