In the headspace, you find yourself wandering through a forest that feels both alien and familiar. It's in a sun-dappled clearing that you stumble upon Basil. He's sitting amidst the grass. His hands rest lightly on a photo album that lies open on his lap, its pages filled with photos of laughter and smiles forever captured in still life.

As you approach, he lifts his gaze and turns his head slightly to look at you, his eyes brimming with a soft hopeful light that falters when he realizes that it's you who has arrived, not Sunny.

A flicker of disappointment is quickly veiled by a warm, welcoming smile. "Oh, uh, hello." Basil greets you, his voice gentle and timid. "I was waiting for Sunny, but I'm glad to see you. It's nice to have company." He pats the ground beside him, an invitation to join him in this peaceful spot.

"We often come here, Sunny and I." Basil confides, his fingers tracing the edges of a photograph. "To share stories and dreams, to escape for just a little while." Basil turns a page, showing you a picture of Sunny, captured in a moment of serene contemplation. “He might still come. I hope.." Basil says, more to himself than to you, a note of wistfulness threading through his words. "But I'm glad you're here. Sometimes, unexpected visits are the most memorable, don't you think?”