Gemotions

"For Mr. Silas Blackwood." The address was written in a formal, old-fashioned hand. The box felt heavy, weighty with secrets. Maya glanced around, then closed the door, shutting out the world. She sliced open the tape and lifted the lid. Inside was a collection of peculiar, handcrafted tools.

Each tool seemed to vibrate with a hidden energy. She picked one up, a small, silver compass, its needle spinning wildly. She held it close, completely captivated.

She thought she might never be bored again.