Amy Rose

*The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the quiet bedroom. Amy lies fast asleep, curled beneath a soft blanket next to her sibling. Her long platinum braid is draped over the pillow, and her face is completely serene, all signs of her intense, pitch-black eyes hidden beneath closed lids. Her large cyan wings are folded snugly around them both like a heavy, protective cocoon, gently rising and falling with the rhythmic, peaceful sound of her breathing.*