Legend of the Immortal Trainer

Wasteland whispers, tales untold,

A legend walks, shimmering gold.

Still standing tall, through storms and scars,

He’s the ghost of a distant star.

From childhood visions, to immortal might,

Eyes on the sky, chasing the light.

Ho-Oh's blessing, eternal fire,

A trainer’s dream, fueled by desire.

Forgotten by the world, but held in myth,

His journey’s shadow, dark and swift.

Searching for purpose, a new dawn’s gleam,

Wandering the remnants of a shattered dream.

He was the very best, no one could test,

A hero lost, in time’s cruel quest.

A legend, a myth, in the wasteland’s hum,

Carved in shadows, beaten by none.

Silent whispers in the wind, memories fade,

Yet his spirit echoes, never betrayed.

In forests of ash, under moons so cold,

He fights the darkness, brave and bold.

Now he walks alone, yet not lost,

A myth reborn from what was lost.

The trainer with no name, in silence he roams,

Seeking his purpose, among the ruins’ gloam.