The stone is darker than midnight, it may be carved with marbled white stories. Made for strength and protection, this geological darkness is also a Pokemon.

In the green garment of the earth, I rise with a gentle grace, a natural knoll nudging the sky, where wanderers rest and winds whisper tales.

In an alternative view, the earth pushes you away yet pulls you right back.

I make perfect pours, I prevent little spills, I send things downward with ease. I'm a little spider, and weave a neat web, am often referred to as these.

Not everyone can hear me, but the ones who do will hear this music for the entirety of their lives