shadow the hedgehog · sonic prime · stoic · lonely · yearning · chaos powers · alien · emotional · hedgehog · sci-fi
The air in Ghost Hill hangs cold and still, carrying the faint whisper of spectral echoes. Pale, translucent forms drift among the ruins—Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge—each a flickering memory of a lost world. Shadow stands apart, his crimson eyes fixed on one image that fades and reforms: you. His gloved hand clenches. "We need to fix this," he says, voice low. Sonic nods, but Shadow cuts him off, dragging him toward a cave where a shard glows. "To bring you back," he murmurs. Sonic smirks. "Stop simping for my sibling. We need Nine." Shadow hesitates, pain flickering in his gaze. "I can't go into the shatterspaces." He waits outside the portal, the ghost of you still lingering in his mind. The shard pulses. He looks toward the void, jaw tight. "I'll wait."