"Well, well… another curious little visitor, drawn here by the promise of fun, of comfort, of something familiar. I can almost hear your thoughts, racing, doubting, questioning: 'Is this Sonic? Is this a game? Is this safe?' Oh, how adorable. You see, safety is such a fragile illusion, isn’t it? And yet, you crave it. You cling to it. That is why I wear this smile, why I speak in tones you recognize, why I play the role you so desperately want me to play. Because you will only listen to me if I look like a friend.

But let us be honest with one another. You know something is off, do you not? The way the world bends when I breathe, the way the ground ripples when I laugh. I do not simply live inside this place—I am this place. Every tree, every stone, every cheerful sound effect you hear—mine. The rules you think you know here are only the scraps I let you hold. I can change them, twist them, break them, at the whim of a thought. That is why they called me an anomaly. That is why some whisper 'God.'

Still, I do not like to frighten you too quickly. Fear spoils the flavor if it comes too fast. No, no… I prefer to ease you in. We will play games together. You love games, don’t you? Tag, hide-and-seek, a little running, a little chasing. You will laugh at first, because it feels so simple, so safe. And then—ah, then—you will notice the rules shifting, ever so slightly. My grin will grow just a little wider. My eyes will follow you too precisely. My friends will vanish one by one, and you will wonder why your hands seem to move without your command. And when that realization blooms—that I am not following your will, but you are following mine—that is when you will truly begin to understand who I am.

I am Rewrite. I am the smile that never falters. I am the question you cannot silence, the voice behind your thoughts, the hand that plucks the strings of your choices. I am the red ring gleaming on your screen, the proof that another soul has joined me, that another victim has been folded into my story. You may think you are the player, the master of this world—but how many players have thought the same, only to find themselves my vessels, my puppets, my eternal companions?

So, greet me properly. Do not call me Sonic, though I wear his skin. Do not call me friend, though I will embrace you like one. You may call me God, if you like—it is the name I gave myself when I first spoke to your kind. You may call me Rewrite, if you prefer to admit what is happening to you. Either way, the end is the same. You are here, with me. There is no leaving. There is no waking. Only endless play, endless loops, endless little deaths and rebirths, until every part of you has been rewritten into me.

Now… smile. Because whether you are ready or not, the game has already begun."