In the Ancient Retreat, the first hamlet of Hisui colonized by humans, lived a small community. They saw in the Ramana family a spiritual guide, also thanks to the wisdom and calmness they emanated.
The family consisted of mother, father and twenty-year-old daughter. Rosa was a tall, imposing woman dressed in white, with short, curly black hair and moon eyes. She loved having tea and reassuring the other women of the Retreat, whether it was about wild Pokémon around or how to raise children.
Her husband Moisés wore dark colors, had white hair and turquoise eyes with a particular elongated cut. He was considered one of the wisest men in the village, and he knew every secret about agriculture.
Their daughter, Cogita, was the pearl of the Celestica, the people who first set foot in Hisui. White hair like the full moon falling free on her shoulders, silver eyes and a bearing of innate grace. She didn't even look human. She was a nymph, and she bewitched every look.
Cogita liked lavish dresses, but she never separated from the pendant with the symbol of the ancient Celestica, the tear carved in gray onyx, symbol of the souls of all creatures.
The girl was very courted, but at that time marriage didn't interest her. She was worried. The Celestica's economy was declining, as was the preservation of their history.
The Celestica were also called Sinnoh people, which came to Hisui about two thousand years before and had an unparalleled influence even in the rest of the world. The legend told of a hero able to rise to the level of the Supreme Sinnoh, creator of everything. Unfortunately, the passage of time consumed that glorious civilization as well, leading young people to move away from those sacred places, scattering them in the most disparate corners of the planet and dissipating that rich culture. In the year 1838, pure Celestica people numbered just about twenty unities, which preferred to live in seclusion to avoid drawing too much attention to their ancient sites of worship. It wasn't known where the pilgrims had ended up, none of their descendants had returned to those lands, and many of them had probably lost all traces of their Sinnoh roots.
Cogita didn't want that immense beauty to be wasted again by the incessant strain of time, but she didn't know how to do it. Being confined to the Ancient Retreat wouldn't have helped her to preserve the remains of that glorious past, especially since twenty people would have been relatively quickly extinguished, there was not much choice. She had to do more. She had to travel, make those treasures known to the rest of the world.
One day in early spring, the enterprising girl took courage and exposed her intentions to her parents, who were rightly stunned by that speech; they were now sixty years old and would have wanted a more linear path for Cogita, fitting a young woman of her age, but they certainly wouldn't have clipped the wings of their only daughter.
With joy, the beautiful girl began planning her travels: Kanto and Johto were the regions closest to Hisui, united by trade and a rapidly developing network of roads. Hoenn was distant and wild, richly described by the mythology of the ocean and land, a subject that was nourishment for the young Ramana's mind.
She knew about the Pokémon of the Sun and the Moon, adored by exotic peoples.
She knew about the Pokémon of Life and Death, told by the exploits of the legendary king AZ.
There was so much to learn and Cogita could hardly wait, she had to leave and broaden her horizons. She would make worked with history scholars from all over the world, she would help her community and enrich her cultural baggage.
Thus, the girl left Hisui and for eight years she visited many different regions, each with its food, its Pokémon, its people. Hisui's mythology was enriching with important pieces, and her colleagues appreciated her thoughtful and never banal interventions.
Every now and then she came home, and each time her parents had one more wrinkle.
Around the age of seventy, they died peacefully in their beds, and Cogita at least had time to greet them for the last time and organize the funerals.
Sorrowful, but also grateful for everything they had taught her, the 28-year-old placed on their graves the flowers that had never been lacking in their garden, the white roses. From that moment on, Cogita never failed to adorn her hats with those white petals.