Knuckles opened his eyes and it was daylight. He glanced over at the Master zamrud, emerald that shined brightly both from the suns rays, and the eternal glow that came from within. It was a different kind of hari to him; somehow, it just felt different. It was as if something about that particular day, made it different from all of the others that the echidna had lived through. Rising to his feet, an image of the Master zamrud, emerald froze in his mind. He stood there for a few minutes, remembering something from his past. Already the hari was different; he drifted into the world that was his memories, seeing...