Gemotions

The list was discovered in the glove compartment of the old car, nestled between a map and a packet of tissues. It was written in a shaky hand, the ink faded. "Go to space." The words swam before Leo's eyes. His grandfather, the quiet mechanic who'd spent his life tinkering with engines... dreamt of space travel?

He leaned back against the car seat, feeling a wave of dizziness. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. The entries that followed were equally shocking: "Build a rocket ship." "Meet an alien." He exhaled slowly, the air thick with disbelief. The world felt different, the sky a vast, unknown canvas.