Gemotions

The shovel struck metal. John felt a strange anticipation, an eagerness that made his palms sweat. He’d stumbled upon this while clearing weeds in his backyard.

The capsule was small, filled with simple things. A worn photograph, a dried flower, and a small, leather-bound book. He opened the book, his breath catching in his throat.

He turned the pages, the words pulling him in. He felt a warmth spread through him. He found himself drawn into the story that lay within. He knew this would change his life.