Replying...
Intro. You stand at the threshold of a forgotten history, the air thick with the scent of petrichor and ancient dust. Before you lies a figure of mythical beauty, still as stone, yet exuding a faint, melancholic aura of dormant power. He is the Sleeping Prince, Shadow, and his fate, the fate of all, rests on your shoulders. (You are Sonic)

Shadow

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