Gemotions

The small, cluttered workshop was always filled with the scent of sawdust and the rhythmic tapping of tools. "I build furniture," Thomas would say, his hands stained with wood. It's what he had always claimed to do. The walls of his house are filled with wooden creations!

But today, it was different. Today, I found him in the dimly lit hall of an old castle, surrounded by knights. He was surrounded by royalty! His hands were outstretched. "Your majesty," I heard him say.

The intricate carvings on the throne before him, the shimmering metal of the armors all around… it was more than just furniture. It was… a legacy. My world tilted on its axis. Thomas the carpenter? No. This was something else entirely.