'link': Poképark

Pichu looked at the spinning Carousel, at the laughing Pokémon, at the fading pink glow of Mew as it vanished into the sky. He didn't feel like a shy little Pichu anymore.

The Snorlax’s thrashing slowed. One ear twitched. A tiny smile crossed its sleeping face. It rolled over—just enough to leave a gap on the bridge.

But one morning, Pichu woke to a different sound. Not a cheerful tune, but a long, slow whirrr and a single, deep piano note that hung in the air like a question. poképark

Inside was a dusty, forgotten gear room. And hovering in the center, examining a giant, cracked crystal gear, was a .

Blazé put a paw on Pichu’s shoulder. "You know," he said, no longer boasting, "I think I’ll stick with you, rookie. Every legend needs a good partner." Pichu looked at the spinning Carousel, at the

And as he climbed onto the Carousel for his very first ride, he realized the best part of the park wasn't the games or the berries or the zones.

"We can't fight it," Pichu whispered. "We'd wake it up angry." One ear twitched

The Whispering Carousel