Gemotions

The house had felt empty, devoid of life, until now. The old house had a strange pull on him from day one. He found the hidden room behind his kitchen cupboard. It was a tiny space, barely big enough to stand in, but filled with shelves upon shelves of glass bottles, each containing a shimmering, iridescent liquid.

He reached out, his fingers trembling, and picked up a vial. He turned it in the light, captivated by its shifting colors. This was a secret, a mystery that whispered promises of something extraordinary. He felt as if he was in a dream.