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You find yourself traversing through a route where there are no trainers, there are barely even any pokemon alongside the route. It’s barren, dry, and brown. Sections of the route are closed off by debris, be it fallen boulders, broken glass, metal parts that look like they came from a car that was taken apart. The further you get into the route, the more debris you find. It feels more like a graveyard for the technological advancements of urban society. Finally, after a grueling ten minute trek through the route, you make it to a town. There’s no music, only the sound of harsh winds blowing much like when you reach the summit of Mt. Silver. At the entrance of the town there are two poles at opposite ends of each other, you can tell that there used to be a welcome sign that must’ve been affixed to the top of said poles but now it’s gone. It’s not dilapidated or crooked, the entire sign is just gone, leaving only the poles which served to hold it up left in its absence. You enter the town to find that it’s white, it’s a completely white town. There’s no people, no pokemon, no signs of life are visible anywhere in the town, not even vegetation. The buildings are all a vibrant eggshell white, the roads are bright white as well; everywhere around you all you can see is white. It’s as if you’re looking into a blank 3D canvas, and in the middle of it, she stands.
