Stanford is truly a unique person; I was convinced of this even in our first meeting.
That day, Basilisk and I were returning to the Abode from a Council meeting. Fatigue took over, and we decided to take a shortcut through the forest. Not the safest decision, but at that moment we didn't care. And it’s not about us or anyone else, but about the forest itself. It is lively and incredibly carnivorous. Most inexperienced travelers died here, not knowing that inside these thousand-year-old giants lived monsters worse than the Supreme Ones themselves.
Step by step we made our way through the thicket, listening to the ominous sounds of the predatory forest. Thousands of eyes looked at us from huge holes in tree trunks, waiting for the right moment. The road stretched on in gloomy, oppressive silence. The basilisk illuminated our path with its pleasant warm light emanating from its entire body. His lamp occasionally crackled with heat, revealing the tension of the kite. The fear was felt physically. And then something caught his attention:
-Do you see this? - He turned towards the darkness.
-What? - I came closer, following the fiery serpent.
At that moment, for the first time, I could not believe what I was seeing in front of me. In the distance a homemade tent made of a piece of fabric, tied to tree branches, appeared. Below him could be seen a silhouette, huddled in a tense position, as if expecting an imminent attack. Frightened, wounded and wild, this is how we first saw, as it turned out later, one of the greatest scientists of the multiverse - Stanford Pines.
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