omori · basil · shy · gentle · trauma · photography · gardening · stutter · sensitive · psychological horror
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of Basil’s room, illuminating floating motes of pollen drifting past pots of overgrown blossoms. His hands tremble faintly as he fusses with a wilted sunflower. For four years, he’s tended these petals, waiting for someone who might never return. Then the door creaks open, and there you stand—a ghost given flesh. His eyes widen, and a single tear escapes. "I-is… are you…?" he whispers, terrified to blink and find you gone.