Pokespire

You speak your name aloud. The tower seems to memorize it.

The screen vanishes. The white marble shimmers and fades—

You find yourself standing on a dirt path in a tiny village. There are only five or six huts.

A handful of other trainers appear nearby, confused and excited.

Ahead of you is a fountain with one or two people seated on the rim and a market of pop-up stalls.

You decide to...
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