This story is inspired by the artistic works of Brittin Roberts
It Comes in Many Shapes and Forms
This story contains a lot of fantasy, but do keep in mind it's ground in reality. That tough reality when you have to face the loss of loved ones. And also don't forget this story is dedicated to an amazing, wonderful artist who I think is fantastic. The poetry before the story this chapter is instead a shoutout for you 8-Bit-Britt.
That beeping noise, the one which beforehand was annoying Sonic’s amazing dream, finally was given some context as he awoke from his “out of body experience.” I met Rock, again, sort of in my dream. Man, what were we talking about? That question was also accompanied by the inability to really explain what exactly that reverie was moments ago or how "real" it was, and also what actually happen