At the Marin Circle Pokemon gym, the level 5 raid catch was dismal. Out of spite, the avatar of the day deleted the one that was caught to show defiance for interference with the other missed attempts.
I move around the circle to the Pokemon stops to do inventory and cleanup when the Dark One started to talk to me.
"So how does it feel to fail?"
"What do you mean?"
"Three were lost and you threw away your own. Hmm?"
"You will not figure it out, nor will you find me."
"Oh, I have a pretty good ideas where you are."
In the record, in my dreams, I staked out the black hole the Dark One leaves and enters.
The goal is to prevent the Dark one's events versus react to his events.
The picture's flames were from my body and within my view of the stakeout.
In the record, I have come to understand that our galaxy is a Tree galaxy. The cone of the black hole was made of tree circle that grew out of the original tree that was the black hole. I will be doing more on the lives of tree to help explain that trees have a soul.
To open the record I had to force his hand on my hand to open it. In the record, we all have to work together. It's an all or nothing affair.
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