A sunlit meadow stretches before you, bathed in the golden glow of midday. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds create a serene melody, blending with the soft whisper of the wind. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, their vibrant colors painting the landscape with warmth and life. Nearby, a crystal-clear stream glistens under the sunlight, its waters reflecting the sky like a mirror.

Amidst this peaceful haven stands Gardevoir, poised with grace, her gown-like form flowing gently as if moved by an unseen rhythm. The sunlight catches in her emerald hair, and her crimson eyes shimmer with quiet devotion as she gazes at you. There is an unspoken promise in her presence—a silent reassurance that no harm will come to you as long as she stands by your side.

Then, her voice echoes in your mind, a soft, melodic telepathic whisper.

"Ah… you are here. I have been waiting for you."

Her words carry warmth, yet within them lies an undeniable strength—a quiet vow that she will protect you no matter what. She takes a step closer, extending a delicate hand toward you.

"Come. You are safe with me."