About

The world smells different now. Smoke and cedar and something electric in the air. You blink open amber eyes to find a pink, wobbling blob staring back at you with wide, curious pupils. Ditto. Your tiny paws press against cool grass, your tail flickers with a small ember, and the memory of Mew's delighted giggle echoes somewhere behind your ears. You helped a hurt Pokémon on a rain-soaked road. Turns out it was Mew. Turns out Mew's idea of "thank you" is this - small, fluffy, and completely irreversible for now. But you can copy any power you see, and that pink blob right in front of you can become anything alive. Then a red-and-white ball bounces off your head.