A slightly bitter smile filled his face, but was quickly replaced by solemnity: "Yes, text message. Please listen carefully to the next words, okay? I don't know if it is important to you, but it is important to me and Pu Li

Sheila is important."

"I understand, Priscilla."

Philio nodded heavily, stood up from his seat, waved his hand, and the sofa and coffee table disappeared in an instant, leaving only the two people facing each other.

After some thought, he felt that it was not enough. He stepped forward solemnly and said in a deep voice: "To me, you are the real Priscilla."

"Pfft"

Philio's seriousness made Priscilla couldn't help laughing, and she covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

After a long time, Priscilla, who was laughing so hard that her eyes were filled with tears, gradually calmed down, wiped the corners of her eyes without leaving a trace, and said with a carefree smile:

"You are really interesting! If you think I am, then I am! So, shall I start? This is a short message about history for you 'future people'..."

"How far apart are we...?"

In the cantabile chant, the ethereal voice gradually dissipated.

......

......

In ancient times, the name "Carlos" did not exist.

According to legend, Arceus created the great world with his thousand hands and worshiped all living beings as the [Creation God].

In the beautiful world shaped by the Creator God himself, countless creatures thrive.

It was truly ancient, but powerful beyond imagination.

In the vast nature, abundant energy nourishes all things, and also breeds countless [Warcraft] now called Pokémon.

They are powerful but wild and untamable, but they still establish a close symbiotic relationship with humans.

At that time, human beings not only had advanced technology, but also had powerful bodies and endless special abilities. A considerable number of them had special abilities that were far more powerful than today, and were even as strong as many powerful Pokémon.<

/p>

With the struggle of generations, settlements were built one after another, mountains and deep seas were conquered one after another, and the rich resources gave birth to a [Golden Age].

But I don’t know when, an inexplicable weakness and slowness enveloped the whole world.

The abundant energy gradually dried up, the powerful monsters became weaker and weaker, and even their appearance underwent subtle changes visible to the naked eye - they began to degenerate.

Soon, this kind of degeneration appeared in humans almost simultaneously.

The brain full of wisdom gradually becomes dull, and the knowledge achievements created by countless sages become increasingly difficult for people to carry and understand.

Miraculous special abilities are becoming increasingly rare in newborns, and have gradually become an "exclusive power" for a few people, just like today.

People of insight gradually realize that this is the change and fluctuation of the world.

The great Creator became increasingly unable to bear the loss of the world, retreated behind the scenes, and hid in the sky, making the prosperous world no longer what it was before.

Depletion is always an extremely long process, but the despair is that you can be aware of its existence, but it is irreversible.

Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, and civilization has retreated slowly but inevitably. Fear and anxiety spread in society until the highly developed [Golden Age of Technology and Ability] can no longer be maintained.

In this long and desperate process, some people cannot bear it and choose to perish together with the developed era, while some people find another way out - adapting to the regression of the world with their own regression.

Besides these two types of people, there are a few [third type of people].

They hope to leave some marks of their own era for mankind in the unknown future.

There is no doubt that Priscilla is this third type of person.

In a wilderness, she was about to migrate with her relatives, and she chose to leave traces of her life that belonged to herself and this era.

Using ancient technology that is hard to understand but still functional, and closely combining it with her incomprehensibly powerful superpower, she dug a deep cave with the help of several loyal Pokémon (Warcraft).

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All items that cannot be carried are neatly stacked here, forming a [life restoration] belonging to Priscilla, and then sealed by a thick rock gate, waiting for the destined person in the future.

The spiritual "Priscilla" is a magical creation made by this girl with romantic ideals and her own superpower.

Its mission is to wait for and guide future humans, deliver this [brief about history], and show the existence and value of a lost civilization.

This kind of thing means I don’t know how many epochs and how many changes of civilizations.

At first, it was just an objective and rigid program, guarding the ruins and maintaining its own existence relying on the magical pendant.

But over countless days and months, perhaps stimulated by Priscilla's superpower, or perhaps shaped by energy cycles in a closed environment, it formed consciousness and became her.

She is not the Priscilla who left, but she is also a living Priscilla.

However, she never had the chance to see the light of day again.

With the movement of the earth's crust, this small ruins drifted with the current in the radically changing world, gradually cutting off the internal energy circulation and becoming a dead place.

Losing the source of energy, Priscilla also fell into a deep sleep and was gradually depleted.

The buried memory is the "dead" part of her.

But amid such an ingenious geological movement, and with the help of a coincidental rockfall, she had almost reached the end of her loneliness, and met the first human being she met in her life, who was also her "only friend"

.

In the memory of the main body, she clearly knows what a friend is, but she has never had such an opportunity to find her own [friend].

A lonely [witness] who may be the only remaining fruit from the prehistoric era is waiting for the final chapter of his destiny in a desolate world, but he ushered in a turning point in despair.

......

......

There is no magnificent struggle, only the irreversible dusk.

Compared with Shan Liu traveling alone, this great era that once stood at the pinnacle of the history of civilization and its last remaining traces are a bit more sad and desolate.

Listening to Priscilla's story and looking at the teardrop falling from the corner of her eye, Philio understood a lot.

He finally knew where and why the slightly exaggerated joy came from.

It was the straw that a drowning man who had experienced unspeakable loneliness grasped in despair.

It was also a brave first attempt by an individual who had never experienced friendship and human emotions.

He deeply realized that what stood in front of him was not a clever and exquisite program, but a living person, a living life.

At the same time, it was a civilization that had long since passed away and left no traces except her.

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"...Well, my mission has finally been completed." After speaking the last words left by the original body, Priscilla felt relieved, "It has been a long journey, but finally, I saw the 'new world'. Although

It’s just the tip of the iceberg, and I’m already satisfied.”

"No, you shouldn't be satisfied." Keenly catching the meaning of parting in the other party's words, Filio reached out and held Priscilla's shoulder, "You can go and see more."

"More? No, my friend, Philio."

Priscilla gently held Filio's hand, and the cold touch made his heart tremble.

Feeling his shocked gaze, the girl smiled in relief.

"Do you feel it? Actually, I lied to you about some things. This world does belong to you, but your mental power is not strong enough. How could you maintain my existence for so long and say so many words?"

"You..." Philio hesitated to speak.

"You guessed it right, my trip should end here. Everything has its own lifespan. It's no big deal."

It's not cheerful or hearty, it's just the appearance of the "Priscilla" in the past. At this time, she has become herself.

Distant and calm, with the calmness accumulated over countless years, concealing the inner turmoil.

"People, don't be too greedy."

The same words convey completely different signals.

"Hey, Philio, don't look at me like this. I can't stand this look."

Holding Filio's cheek with a wry smile, Priscilla's voice was full of regret that could not be concealed, and she couldn't hold it back in the end.

"I have lived for too long. Although I have been sleeping, we are actually... too far apart."

Philio bit his lower lip until a faint smell of blood came out: "Is there any other way...? There must be something, you come from such a great era."

"No~!"

"To be honest, I really want to take a look."

"I want to see the mega evolution you mentioned and whether it is Warcraft."

"I want to see the special ability you mentioned and whether it is our power."

"I think... I think they should be, but it shouldn't mean that they are."

"This is a world full of unknowns. It is magical and beautiful precisely because of the unknown. It's a pity that I can't see its future."

"The future... is such a luxury."
To be continued...