Lyric

Downpour. No shelter

I stand under a tree with my team

They huddle close. I'm shaking

Not from cold. From something else

Three months on the road

I've won sixteen battles

Caught forty-two creatures

And I've never felt more lost

The creature at my feet—

I caught it because it was rare

Not because we fit

Not because I understood what it needed

I just wanted the collection

Rain soaks through my jacket

I watch them shake and hold each other

And I know they trust me

And I know I haven't earned it

Rain keeps falling

I keep standing

The space between us grows wider

When the noise stops

I release one. The one I caught wrong

Not punishment. Just honesty

It runs back into the forest

I feel my team watching me decide

The rain slows. The sky breaks open

I'm different now

Smaller. Truer

And I think that matters more than the wins

Rain fades to a whisper

We walk into the clearing together