The sun's rays, like golden threads, pierce the accumulated clouds, painting the sky in shades of peach and amber. The city, slumbering among its towering towers and gigantic monoliths, wakes up from its slumber, collecting the impressions of the sunburst in its glass panels.

The sails of the skyscrapers catch the last rays, enveloping the streets in a warm embrace of light, as the city takes place a silent dancing symphony between light and shadows.

Small rays of light make their way through the golden windows, settling on the black glove, forcing Sonic's attention for a second to the sun bunnies on his own fingers.