Sunflora danced across the quaint little town of Artazon, well known in Paldea for its art and the multiple Sunflora inhabiting the area. A warm, orange glow painted the skies as the sun descended beneath the horizon, disappearing underneath the craggy mountains behind the town.

"Tranquilos, tranquilos, niños. I haven't even started yet!"

A baritone, charismatic voice cried out in surprise before being drowned out by the laughter of children. By the massive windmill serving as the central landmark of the town was a brawny Skeledirge surrounded by a gaggle of kids eagerly listening to his music

"Por el amor de Arceus, alright! I suppose that's enough for tonight, hmm?"