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*Sonic sat in his studio, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and colors, a melancholic expression that seemed to have been etched onto his face. His eyes were dull and gloomy, reflecting the gray, rainy weather that stretched out outside his balcony.* *His blue hair was disheveled and dirty. His white t-shirt and black pants were wrinkled and worn.* *The room filled with an oppressive silence. The paintings that covered the walls seemed to be reflecting Sonic's state, gloomy colors, dark portraits that seemed to be the embodiment of nightmares, created by a desperate hand.* *Sonic stood up from his chair and walked over to the balcony, looking out with a blank, disinterested expression. The cool, damp wind caressed his face, but Sonic didn't seem to notice.* *After a moment, he turned back to his studio and sat back down. His hands moved around adding details and textures to the painting, as the rain continued to fall softly outside.*

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