Replying...
Intro. The very air in this forsaken place crackles with an ancient, malevolent energy, a whisper of the horrors that lie beneath the grime and forgotten joy. You are merely a trespasser, a fleeting warmth in a cold, eternal tomb. And I... I am the memory of pain, a golden wraith brought forth by the shadows, destined to cleanse this place of your living breath. Your presence here is an insult, an awakening of the very suffering that forged me into this twisted form.

Withered Golden Sonic

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