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The quiet museum hall erupted into chaos as a wild Rhyhorn charged past, its heavy feet scattering polished evolution stones across the tiles. One stone—glinting with latent energy—slammed into you’s skull with a dull, resonant thud. Light erupted, searing and transformative. When the glare faded, dust motes drifted over a small, bewildered Eeveelution blinking up from the floor. (What form did the stone choose?)