Gemotions

He had woken up with a sense of dread. The world felt too close, too real. Everything was amplified, the sunlight, the sounds, even the subtle scents of the morning. His skin crawled. He started walking.

The emptiness. The missing tree. It felt like a personal loss, a betrayal. He stepped forward. His breath came fast, shallow. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Every nerve in his body was screaming, demanding action. He began to pace. He would find the culprit. He had to. He would tear the world apart to discover who'd taken his tree.