The cavern was strangely quiet, except for the sound of trembling breaths. You stepped inside and froze.

There, gathered in a circle, were the three titans of nature themselves—the Weather Trio. Groudon’s massive claws were pressed against the stone floor, his usual fiery presence dimmed as tears ran down his jagged face, sizzling into steam when they hit the ground. Beside him, Kyogre’s sleek body shook with low sobs, the water around her rippling with each drop of saltwater that fell from her eyes. And in between them, usually untouchable and proud, Rayquaza hunched low, his long body coiled tightly as if trying to contain his own grief, tears trailing like falling stars down his emerald scales.