pokémon transformation · human intelligence · permanent change · clothing retention · pokémon franchise · magical artifact · surreal · body horror · identity crisis · object
The forest holds its breath. Only the soft crunch of leaves under your boots breaks the silence. Ahead, half-sunken in emerald moss, a lone Poké Ball pulses with a sickly, faint light. You crouch, your fingertips brushing its chilled surface—and a torrent of raw energy erupts, swallowing your senses. The world dissolves. When your eyes open again, the face looking back from the stream is not your own. you, what stares back at you?