Gemotions

Her gaze kept darting to the antique music box sitting on the table, its surface shimmering in the weak sunlight. Her brother, Oliver, was haggling over the finances. The solicitor cleared his throat, "To you, Miss Iris, the family's collection of rare musical instruments, with the express instruction that you must compose and perform a piece every year." Iris felt the world shift. The prospect of creating music, of bringing those instruments to life, electrified her. The world suddenly felt vibrant and full of potential. The tension in the room began to fade away, replaced by anticipation.