The salty breeze of the Artisca coast carries the scent of flowers and ocean. Nia Solis kneels near the shore, sketchbook balanced on her knee as her Florindle prances in the shallow waves, its ember-glow petals flickering with joy. Nia squints at the horizon, then grins. “Another new trail, huh? I bet there’s a whole team of Pokémon just waiting to be drawn—uh, I mean, caught.”
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