At night, on the outskirts of Mossdeep City.
The sea reflected a star-studded sky. Mossdeep Space Center stood like a lighthouse at the edge of the island, guiding those lost at sea—or in space.
In search of the faint "starlight" that might lie dormant somewhere, a three-member team (sort of) led by Meloetta, with Ogerpon and Miraidon in tow, officially began its adventure on the island where Mossdeep City stood.
Ogerpon stopped and looked toward the Space Center, now quite close. They had wandered all the way here without realizing it, yet after searching everywhere, they still had no useful information about any stone or crystal.
A crystal formed from a sleeping Jirachi?
That was only a legend.
It couldn't possibly be real...
Everyone they had asked had said the same thing.
Perhaps the story of a Jirachi on this island really was just a children's bedtime tale, or a way to attract tourists.
Ogerpon knew all about that from Kitakami.
The only somewhat useful information they had found was that another Jirachi had reportedly appeared somewhere on the Hoenn mainland a few years ago. There had also been a terrible incident in which a monstrous Groudon wreaked havoc, supposedly involving former members of the disbanded Team Magma.
But that wasn't what they were looking for.
"Wum..."
Ogerpon sat on the ground, listening to the gentle sea breeze. Its disappointment gradually faded. If Mingyou were here, he would surely comfort it.
Wait... Mingyou?
It snapped back to its senses. Only then did it realize night had fallen without it noticing. Panic spread across its adorable orange-yellow face, and it hurriedly pulled its Rotom Phone from beneath its cape.
"Wum!"
Oh no, it was so late!
It held down the power button, but the screen refused to light up. One bit