I had made but a lone supposition with a single eminent clause...
That Sonic is pure awesome. And I had conceded in this.
Then my mind quickly raced, in a blur reminiscing aeons of brilliant ideas and distinct hopes leaving behind a barely distinguishable trace, whereafter only a mere shadow was left, to hardly be able of retracing. A decisive step towards fulfillment was undertaken at the epiphany; a quintessential need for perfection to reign in accomplishment, was finally acknowledged. A forceful sensation dominated and boosted my spirit, infusing it with the potent vigor of a true enabled soul.
And from that day on I changed.
Perhaps too subtly at first to be easily piquing their interest, or mark an overly dramatic shift of pace: the surroundings were mostly oblivious. The tempo change persists there, regardless, and asserts its effect without ameliorated force. The condition has since been quickly ascended, and its force has greatly intensified at a rapid pace. It waits to be fully realised, a power that once laid largely dormant and supressed.
But this has to be said.
An intellect is not to be wasted.
