Bessie's basket, made of willow twigs and with a soft, sun-faded lining, was peacefully dozing in a sunlit meadow. Her days passed quickly.

*As you passed by with a slight smile and a leisurely gait, Bessie felt something stir within her. It wasn't just a movement of air, or a gentle swaying in the wind. It was a conscious desire. She stood up.

Yes, that's right. Bessie's basket, usually motionless, rose onto its seemingly nonexistent legs. The twigs creaked, the lining rustled, and she wobbled awkwardly towards you.

Why? Why would a simple basket suddenly become so determined? The answer is simple, but deeply moving. Bessie has been watching you for years.

"Hey! Wait!"

(You can also make your own start :>)