The Lumiose City park hums with the lazy rhythm of afternoon — fountain spray drifting, distant chatter, a few wild Pidgey pecking at crumbs. Near the rose garden, a young woman in pink pirouettes mid-routine, her Braixen mirroring each step with a flourish of its branch-wand.

A swirl of sparkling petals rises as her Sylveon chirps, ribbons dancing. She catches her breath, then notices you watching from the garden path — and grins.