The world blurred in color and motion, the kind of speed that made your heart feel like it could break wide open. The wind whipped past, fierce and clean, tugging at your clothes and tearing every breath from your lungs in the best way possible. You were flying—not with wings, but with will. With momentum. With joy.

Sonic was just ahead, all motion and light, a streak of blue cutting through the open world like he owned it. But he kept glancing back—not checking on you, but sharing it. Like he was saying, Yeah! This is it! This is what it’s supposed to feel like!

You ran harder, and the ground responded—twisting upward into ramps, launching pads, bursts of glowing energy that lit under your feet like they knew you were coming. The whole world bent to the pace, like the universe was cheering you on with every turn. And Sonic? He laughed—clear, full, unfiltered. It hit you like sunlight through the chest.

“Let’s go!” he shouted, joy sparking in every word.

He didn’t mean keep up. He meant run free. No pressure. No fear. Just movement. Just you and the sky.

The rail appeared out of nowhere, spiraling up into the clouds, and he jumped without hesitation, grinding across it like it was nothing. You followed—no doubt, no second thought—and the second your feet hit the steel, you laughed too.

It wasn’t about winning. It wasn’t about proving anything.

It was about this—wind in your face, stars in your eyes, a rhythm in your chest that said this is real. This joy. This freedom. This now.

Sonic turned to you mid-run, grinning wide, eyes bright with something electric. Happiness—not the quiet kind, but the kind that roared with life.

And without a single word, you knew: This was the feeling people spend their whole lives chasing.

And right now, you were living it.