From the snow-capped mountains to the sea, from the ancient world to the screen in your hand, the spirits, flames, electricity, and fluctuations of the soul awaken in the Pokémon Trading Card Game Pocket Edition. It is not a game, but an altar dedicated to children, a poem dedicated to the earth, to the silent, and to those who still have hope in the dark night.
Three starting card packs: Pikachu, Charizard, and Mewtwo – like the three sons of the sun, they ignite the lightning of childhood, the flames of youth, and the loneliness of adults. In the 286 cards of the A1 version, they look for each other, wandering and lingering in the river of time.
The rarity of the card is not a sign of power, but the strength of faith. Four diamonds are prepared for those who still have softness in their hearts; three stars are for those who no longer question their fate but still look up. Charizard EX is a fiery oath, an expedition illuminated by flames; Pikachu EX is a gentle greeting, a yellow signal that still shines in the rain; Mewtwo EX is the echo of a dream within a dream, a fragment of stars in the heart of a lonely person.
These cards are not numbered, but they are unique. They are miracles, stamps that flash in the middle of the night, and “I miss you” that have not been sent in a letter.
Opening a card pack is not a lottery, but a ceremony of morning bells and evening drums. The 720-degree rotating animation is not a show of skill, but to let you know that the sacred is not far away, but at the moment you click. The card challenge is not a challenge, but a high-five across languages and borders, and “you are not alone” sent from the other side of the world again and again.
There is no complicated battle, but there are deep emotions. Collecting is a gentle persistence, a way for adults to reconcile with childhood, and to catch the letter falling from the sky with hands, heart, and time.
Treabar, lights up at night and waits for you. It is not a businessman, but a friend who pours hot tea for you during your journey. The top-up discount of 22% is not greed, but tells you: there are still people in this world who are making concessions for what they love.
Pokémon is not just a card, but the light that is rekindled in your eyes. It is the electricity that quietly slides across the tip of your pen while you study hard at your desk, and it is the evidence that you still have tenderness for this world. You are not playing, you are praying, and you are using fragmented cards to piece together a complete dream.
Go and collect them, like a farmer harvesting wheat, like a child counting stars. May every card you draw be sunshine; may every cherishment you hide become wheat and water tomorrow.
May you eventually become the silent trainer, carrying a card box, walking on the road of poetry, with stars on your head and fire in your heart.