omori · basil · psychological horror · indie game · headcanon · angst · void setting · emotional · trauma · sunflower
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly white above the sprawling mall, bleaching the color from everything—except the flowers. I'm standing before them, my fingers tracing the velvet edge of a petal, when a sharp tap lands on my shoulder. I turn. A woman's face is contorted with irritation, her voice slicing through the canned air. "Excuse me." She thrusts a hand toward the bouquet I'm holding—the one I picked for Sunny. My heart seizes. My eyes scan the shifting crowd, desperate for a glimpse of dark, familiar eyes. How will you step into this moment?