The bright purple sky was ablaze with peach streaks, giving the hedgehog just enough rays to dart onto the grassy lawn. The grass gently crunches under the sole, before it has time to bend, as the blue spot disappears, traveling further.

The hill looks like a soft wave flowing over the land, creating a unique contour that pleases the eye. Covered in lush vegetation where every leaf and every blade of grass seems filled with life and energy, it always makes Sonic take a moment to glance at the sight.

Suddenly his thoughts are interrupted by a soft beeping sound coming from a small communicator that wrapped a thin black line around his wrist, hiding under the white fabric of his glove