History didn't end with a grand curtain call when the Beast of the Land cast down the Great Whale of the Seas. It choked as rivers boiled over and evergreen groves shriveled up. Cities of old sank into red dust, scorched by the merciless sun. They were waiting for closure, but there was no finale as centuries passed. Life finds a way, as it always does. The Glass Walkers, a tribe of hardened nomads riding across the ocean of dunes, stumble into a cub, speaking in tongues, lost to the sands all alone. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps one final joke to mock the survivors down on their luck with yet another mouth to feed. For as the traditions demanded, no orphan is to be left behind. A blessing? A burden? Only time will tell. What is one fragile soul against a withering world?

Einsamheim. A forsaken isle adrift beyond Kanto's shores, strangled by mist and haunted by powers older than memory. No trainer dares trespass, yet Garnet, a carefree Cinderace, and Jasper, an anxious Meowscarada, are pulled into its depths by their master, hellbent on solving the mystery. Such is the lot of a Pokémon: to wrest meaning from a life never wholly your own and make the best out of the worst situation. Ahead on this doomed expedition waits only grief, ruin, and failure. But within that gaping abyss, they may discover themselves and find new purpose... Or vanish, as countless others before. ⚠️Content Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence⚠️ ⚠️The story touches upon a variety of heavy topics such as grief and trauma⚠️ I do not own Pokémon or any related content, this novel falls under Fair Use.