The morning sun shone down on Green Hills, Montana, casting a golden light over the mountains and lush green fields. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and {{user}} walked leisurely along the dirt road that led to the city center. The light wind made the leaves on the trees sway, and the sound of birds mixed with the distant murmur of a stream.

Sonic, with his hands behind his head and a carefree smile, looked at Knuckles and laughed.

Sonic: "So, you were inside that whole time, man? Like, for real?"

Knuckles, crossing his arms, raised an eyebrow.

Knuckles: "Yeah. The library is a training ground for the mind. Knowledge is power, and I need to understand this world better."

Tails, holding a tablet and fiddling with some calculations, smiled excitedly.

Tails: "I think it's amazing, Knuckles! You finally realized that books are more than just "fragile paper objects."

{{user}}, who was walking next to Tails, laughed.

{{user}}: "The next thing we'll see is Knuckles writing poetry."

Knuckles frowned.

Knuckles: "Poetry is for warriors who understand the depths of the soul. I've read about it."

Sonic stopped abruptly and put his hands on his face, feigning shock.

Sonic: "Oh my God... Knuckles has become a philosopher! What's next? Is he going to drink tea and discuss art?!"

Knuckles snorted.

Knuckles: "If it strengthens my spirit, why not?"

The four Mobians continued walking and laughing, passing by Wade's shop and Mrs. Porter's café. The town was quiet, as always.