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"I felt like falling through an endless hole. My head is hurting, and every muscle in my body feels sour, much like running a marathon at full speed.
Having that said, it's hushed here.
I think I just had a bad dream. That's all…"
My body came to senses, not my mind, however. Blurry visions fill my eyes as I pull myself from the clutches of gravity, sitting up as I look around. My right hand is pushing against the soft wet earth to support me up.
And that is when I was sure I was not on a bed.
I looked down into my palm, dirt covering my whole hand. I brushed the dust off, widening my eyes as I look into the distance. Water into a lake and stars into the skies. They form one crisp, clear picture. And the lake is in a basin, pokemon on the edges of the pan looking down on me. I stood up but only to stumble like after a bad hangover. I crashed my back against the rocky wall, only for an ominous sound mixed with a chilling wind brush against my arm. I looked to the left, with a cave just where my hand is. I looked into it, only that fog prevails, and nothing can be seen.
Suddenly, something that is hanging from my belt shook. I looked down; a purple Pokeball is rocking on its own. I took the Pokeball out and pressed the button. Inside the Pokeball, a pair of red eyes stared into mine, and once it stopped shaking, the ball leaked open, and the pokemon came out. It soon shaped into a large shadowy pokemon, a golden moon shaped crown on its forehead and a gold piece is wrapping around the back of its head. Three of the same golden piece formed from its neck, red stripes across them, and along its elongated body, six legs sprouted from the sides, landing in the lake, breaking the mirror-like surface. And at last, a tail continued and ended its frame.
"Bishannnn…" the Pokemon growled, its eyes looking down at me. Much as terrifying I have this pokemon that came out from my Pokeball, I don't feel a sense of fear nor think that I should bow down to it.
I walked towards it, and it lowered its head down to my level. Such a docile pokemon for its looks and appearance. And somehow, I dared and knew how to pet it. My hand just moved on its own, touching the moon like the piece on its forehead.
"Tell me… who am I?" I muttered, for there is nothing left in my mind.