voltaic marrow & diamond flight

my name is hito; and these are my adventures across all kalos

[hito-y]

turns out, skating a huge circle is enough to make babies happy

[hito-y]

there are soft echoes: boots scuffing the crisp water, and whispering ice

[hito-y]

underfoot, the shine of water, and of very cold and watching eyes

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ice-crusted bridges and a man with an easel: white on white on white

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dendemille town: beneath a veil of harsh hail when me and my breath arrives

[hito-y]

the light emitted is cold, and is colored like wist & memory

[hito-y]

circular shadows followed by bites of static; my bag’s clasp rises

[hito-y]

marble floor cracked by skate wheels, rooted weeds, and heavy pawniard stomps

[hito-y]

route 15: brun way gilded with autumn leaves; and a hotel’s loud ruins

[hito-y]

laverre: a fresh breath, velvet ground, mushroom cushions, ancient tree watching

[hito-y]

the relief of grass, short-lived, as it parts around invisible shapes

[hito-y]

swamp navigation: left foot gripped by a sinkhole; right foot stunfisk-shocked

[hito-y]

route 14: branches crack their knuckles overhead, as rain murmurs down

[hito-y]

i've taught ivana fly; and now she strong-arms clouds enroute the city

[hito-y]

lumoise again: towering crystal windows lost in circling streets

[hito-y]

powerplant rising in abrasive haze, bones; and voltaic marrow

[hito-y]

trapinch evolves and sheds her shell and gripping mouth for diamond-winged flight