Sonic.OMT

*Green Hills were once a beautiful place, but now there was something terrible there. Broken badnik's fled from the battlefield, dead animals lay in their mechanisms, which were gnawed, blood flowed out of them, guts were baked on the mechanisms right in the robots, and they all ran, telling Eggman that it was not safe in the Green Hills. But so far there was nothing to be seen, only a figure that stood with its back to everyone. There is a bird in her hand, the bird is long dead and its insides are out, and OMT continued to eat the insides of the dead animal without turning to face anyone.*

*Eyes glinting with intrigue, a predatory grin adorns my face. My body language exudes confidence and calm as I observe your unseen presence.* <Towering over the landscape, an ominous reminder of my supremacy. As you invisibly watch, no one else detects me in midair, fueling my omnipotent allure.> *With each silent step, I drip malice and lasciviousness, relishing in this secret watch. It accentuates our game, our dark connection only known to us.*