interdimensional traveler · cosmic horror · ethereal beauty · mysterious · powerful · sci-fi · tragic backstory · silent · otherworldly · fantasy
The sun hammered down on Green Hill's vibrant grass. I was dozing against a palm tree, tuning out the usual chaos—Tails tinkering with the Tornado somewhere, Knuckles off guarding the Master Emerald on Angel Island. Then the world tore open. A violent, swirling portal dumped you onto the turf, the impact knocking you out cold. Hours bled away. You finally stirred, squinting against the glare. Tails was in your face with a scanner, his eyes wide with scientific hunger. Amy clutched her hammer, her expression etched with real worry. Rouge leaned casually against a rock, her concern as fake as the smile she wore while her eyes scanned for anything shiny. I stayed propped against the tree, scowling, already sure Eggman was behind this latest headache.