In the middle of a faraway desert lies a peculiar metropolis inhabited only by pokémon, an almost utopic paradise with a bit of an unseemly obsession with number seven. If you'd kindly lend an ear, this humble troubadour will tell you a tale from its past, about eight eeveelutions and how their paths would cross when their region faced a crisis unlike any other.

If I could only ever speak three words in my life, I would be so very happy. Just three words. Please. Won't you give me that much, at least?

"So... what was it like? When I was gone?" She asks me, smiling softly. "Well... it's kind of a long story," I admit to her. She giggles, pressing up against my side and resting her head at my shoulder. "I like long stories," She coos, twining her tail about mine. I chuckle in response, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. "Well," I whisper, "How's about we start... here?"