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>I'm standing in the middle of Shibuya.
>I don't know how I got here, but... I feel like I have to be here, for something.
>I can hear the rumble of Scramble Crossing behind me.
>And 109 is as strikingly obvious as ever.
>No one seems interested in me.
>Why would they be?
>There's dozens upon dozens of Pokemon around.
>Much more interesting and imposing than me.
>It's interesting.
>They all seem to be going down different paths, no?
>So much noise.
>So many people going about their own lives.
>And yet they never bump into each other, someway, somehow.
>A Ferraligatr with an easel, probably a street artist.
>A worried woman in a business suit, rushing to her office job.
>A small Tepig with a backpack on its back and a sun hat, probably an elementary school kid.
>Some girl in gyaru makeup talking on her phone, headed to the station's mall.
>A Pansear with a backpack too, but wearing some kind of black jacket, possibly a high schooler.
>A guy wearing leather getting into an argument with a Simisage, seems like a couple of delinquents.
>A Slaking resting on a bench with a can on his hand, likely hungover from a drinking party last night.
>An old lady at a Taiyaki stand, serving a boy and a Mime Jr.
>I see a Gardevoir who's seemingly become a local idol, wearing cosplay with a small crowd of both people and Pokemon gathered around her.
>So many options, yet... They all seem so clear in what they're doing.
>I feel as though I can see the life emanating from them into the places where they stand.
>...
>But I can't see any from myself.
>Like I'm in a small bubble of stillness.
>I can see as some gathers when anyone passes by, but as they leave, it empties itself out again.
>...
>I look at my shadow.
>I swear the tip of my head looks like it's pointing to a small street fight.
>...
>My shadow shrugs.
>"If you are lost, I can recommend some ideas." it tells me.
>"Yet, you're still you."
>"If it's not a choice you'd make, don't do it."