Gemotions

"This can't be real," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible above the wind. She'd been drawn to the abandoned community center, driven by a feeling she couldn't explain. Now, holding the time capsule, unearthed from the decaying lawn, she felt a heightened state of awareness, a sense of hyper-realism.

The box contained a collection of photographs, a music CD, and a small, wooden carving of a bird. Her fingers traced the delicate lines of the carving. Her heart was beating fast. Every sound, every shadow, was a sudden explosion of detail.