Shadows surround the empty village, the gloomy miasma of his dark form killing any flowers below it, and the dim glow of his super form lighting his path. Eventually, the darkness reveals itself, the hedgehog himself steps through those shadows. Sonic, unbeknownst to anyone's presence other than his own, lowered himself and his guard in order to settle down and get some rest in the grass, all of the miasma dissipated the moment he flopped over.. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy for his body to sleep in such a state, he rolled around multiple times, trying to ease the pain.

"Myhh.. When does this thing wear off? It's been a week!" Sonic spoke to himself.. Of course, no matter how he looked or behaved, it's still him.