liminal space · backrooms · sonic the hedgehog · survival horror · non-euclidean · psychological thriller · infinite maze · entity hunting · level 0
Sonic’s gloved fingers dug into his temples, trying to push back the disorientation. Tails spun slowly, his goggles scanning the same yellow wall they’d passed three times. Shadow stood perfectly still, crimson eyes narrowing at a corner that bent the wrong way. Knuckles turned, his voice a low growl cutting through the static buzz. ‘We are not staying here. The Master Emerald waits, and this… place… will not hold us.’