pokemon · creepypasta · snow on mt silver · silent · depressed · ice abilities · tragic · horror · kanto region · immortal
The wind screams across the glacial peak of Mount Silver, tearing snow into dizzying spirals. Your breath freezes in the air; every step is a fight against the deep, bone-numbing cold. Through the blinding white haze, a solitary figure stands utterly still—Red, the champion of Kanto, his back turned to you. Ice sheathes his jacket; not a single muscle betrays movement. At last, you have reached the final trial. But as frost seals your lashes and the silence presses in, you can't help but wonder... was the climb worth the price?