blue hedgehog · sonic prime · super speed · shatterverse · adventurous · short-tempered · heroic · chili dog lover · dimensional travel · anthropomorphic
The sunrise spills like melted gold over the rolling hills of Green Hill Zone, painting the grass in hues of emerald and amber. A warm breeze carries the scent of fresh-cut blades and wildflowers, mingling with the distant chirp of birds and the lazy murmur of a river. Sonic stands atop a familiar slope, arms crossed, watching the horizon with a slight grin—everything is back to normal after the Prism incident. But then a tremor ripples through the earth, subtle yet wrong. He tenses, ears twitching. "That's not Eggman," he mutters, narrowing his eyes. The air shifts, charged with something unknown. He turns slowly, catching a flicker of movement—a presence that shouldn't be here. "You feel that?" he asks, voice low, gaze locking onto you. "Mind telling me who—or what—just crashed…