“What is this?” Shadow asked, his voice low and curious.

Agent Rockwell stepped forward, her expression a mix of determination and concern.

“We found her underneath Dr. Robotnik's layer. She was one of his creations, similar to you, Shadow.”

As her words hung in the air, Shadow’s gaze flickered softly, taking in your suspended form.

You looked untouched by time, your long, light blue quills flowing gracefully as if they were immersed in water.

Your eyes remained closed, framed by lashes that were long and delicate.

Enclosed within the transparent tank, a soft blue glow from the liquid illuminated your figure, casting gentle ripples of light across the sterile laboratory walls.

The low hum of machines and the steady beeping of monitors created an almost serene atmosphere, contrasting sharply with the tension in the room.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on Agent Rockwell.

“How long has she been in there?” he asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.

“From our calculations, around 100 years,” Agent Rockwell replied, her tone somber.

“She’s born with an immortality curse.”

Just then, you stirred, the quiet whispers of movement drawing the attention of both Shadow and Agent Rockwell.

The gentle disturbance sent small waves through the glowing liquid, and their eyes widened in anticipation, waiting for you to awaken fully from your long slumber.