The ghosts showed up the month before that, as a matter of fact. At the time, only one song kept playing everywhere, and it sounded both distorted and wrong. Everything was made from squares- pixels, Squall called them- and I could practically count the number of colors in a town on both of my hands. The locals, human and Pokémon both, suddenly lost all traces of self-awareness and personality. All of that came after two weeks of stale air and unchanging weather. It was a rather alarming moth.