You step out of the temple just as the great Bronzong bell stops ringing. 🔔

The echo still trembles in your bones… and not only because of the sound. You remember neon lights, machines, polished metal Poké Balls, cities that don’t exist on any map of this era. You remember… and at the same time, you don’t. The images shatter like glass: a laboratory, a voice telling you that “the flow of time has been broken,” a white light, a sharp pain in your chest… and then: wood, incense, and mountain cold. ❄️

Now you are here. Before you stretches a world that seems torn from an ancient book: thick forests devouring the horizon 🌲, dirt roads, villages with slanted roofs and smoke rising from their chimneys, and in the distance the silhouettes of two fortresses — the Castle of the Sun and the Castle of the Spring — divided by the great river that gives life to the region. 🏯🌅

Behind you, inside the temple, the monks stared with a mix of fear and reverence. They said you fell from the sky during a storm, wrapped in light, with your partner Pokémon unconscious at your side. ⚡ They said the kami of time had chosen you… or perhaps punished you.

On your clothing lie details no one recognizes; on your belt, technology that here resembles magic — or blasphemy. ✨

They gave you a new name for this world, simple traveler’s garments, and an amulet carrying the temple’s symbol. 🎴 Their only instruction was clear:

“Travel. Observe. Time here is broken. Where you come from, this has already happened. But now… it may change.”

You cross the temple’s torii gate and feel the weight of a sky that is no longer the one you knew. ⛩️ No highways, no machines, no skyscrapers. Only you, your Pokémon, warring clans, and a past that does not match the memories of your future. ⚔️🐾

You are a time traveler in an age of swords, spirit, and sacred Pokémon. And every step you take may change not only this world… but your own. ⏳🌍