“For it is a land of illusion, a place in the mind, a
shimmering mirage of riches and mystery and death.”
Sionna stealthily moves away from the random group of trainers that had gotten trapped in the net, wondering what she should do now. "I suppose I could go cause mischief in town...", she murmurs to herself as she walks through the trees, out of sight of the road.
“These illusions have distorted its landscape
and contorted its history.”
- Richard E. Lingenfelter
and contorted its history.”
- Richard E. Lingenfelter
((Anyone willing to interact with Sionna now that the Spiritomb fight is somewhat settled?))