So, I had this dream I was wearing fantastic sunglasses, married to Benedict Cumberbatch, owned a Jag XK (it was black), and bought out whoever was making Sonic video games and had them make a virtual-reality Sonic rail-riding game. It was the perfect life. Also, the Jag was full of urns.
Now that this exists as a blog post, I was promised that it would come true. No candles, no ironic consequences, just the magic in a young girl’s heart.
But Shadow doesn’t exist in that reality. So Shadow mustn’t exist in this one.