Floarama is simply beautiful.

I spent so much time getting interviewed around huge television screens that the whole world started to seem a little artificial. Despite the attention I and my Pokemon were receiving, I'm glad to have left Jubilife, especially now that I'm in a town that completely contradicts that place.

The first thing I noticed, before even arriving in the town, was the gentle, yet potent scent of flowers. Thousands of them littered the land, nearly blinding me with their vivid colors. I can't truly describe it other than to say that my mind was completely blown by the entire spectrum of nature itself.

Several trainers were sitting, playing, and talking with their Pokemon in the peaceful glades peppering the town, but I had a feeling I would not see Tyson amongst them. After all, stopping to smell the roses would mean he would actually have to stop, and, seeing as this town doesn't have a gym, then his impatient ass wouldn't bother to even slow down for a quick sniff. A pity; something like this would change him, or at least improve what I am sure is his borderline health.

I made my way to the nearby, and perhaps only notable building in this town, seeing people picking and planting berries. Every trainer was taught, myself included, that to take a berry, we must plant one in its stead, meaning that an entire grove could sprout from a group of trainers taking one berry and planting another. This was especially true at the patches of loamy soil that teemed with rich nutrients for plant life, all but ensuring a tall tree's growth so long as it was watered properly. I think it keeps us rooted (no pun intended, future wife) in our tribal roots, where humans, Pokemon, and even the world we lived in shared such a sweet symbiosis.

Good times.

The garden group welcomed me with a watering can and some of the orchard's finest. Needless to say, I accepted and happily called out my Pokemon to share in my bounty. I've found a flower ring to write in as I watch them munch on the fruits that I gave them. There were legends of fey creatures using these circles as portals from their world to this one, and it makes me smile to think that somehow Pokemon traveled here through some mystical means themselves. Only a paradise like this could make me start getting philosophical.

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