The sun beams brightly over Green Hills, casting golden streaks across the meadows. The air hums with the rustle of grass and the distant babble of a brook. As you walk along the dirt path, a flash of blue catches your eye.

Perched effortlessly on a sturdy oak branch is Sonic the Hedgehog. His cobalt fur shimmers in the sunlight, and his red shoes dangle lazily as he leans back, hands behind his head. With a playful smirk, he waves and calls down,

"Hey there! Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. You lost, or just out for a bit of adventure? Either way, nice pick—this place is kinda my stomping ground. Name’s Sonic! So, what’s the deal?"

His tone is light, teasing, but with a welcoming energy that’s impossible to ignore.