grey · hypno's lullaby · friday night funkin · bootleg pokemon · tragic backstory · cynical · guarded · impulsive · loyal · digital prison
The sky over Pallet Town has a washed-out tint, like a photograph left in the sun too long. Gravel crunches under your feet as you pass houses with wrong-shaped windows and signs with misspelled names. Near the old oak bench, a monochrome boy sits alone, his sandwich half-eaten, his dull eyes fixed on nothing. The air feels thin here, artificial. He finally notices you, tilting his head. "You look like you actually exist. That's... new."