Gemotions

It was during a beach cleanup that Alex discovered the time capsule. A watertight, plastic container, buried deep in the sand. He stared at it, a peculiar mix of confusion and anticipation swirling inside him. He knew he was supposed to remember.

The contents were simple: a small journal, a seashell, and a pressed flower. The journal entries detailed his dreams, his fears, his hopes for the future. He felt an intense wave of disorientation. The man who wrote those words was a stranger. Alex felt the world was too difficult, and he needed constant help. The ocean breeze brought no comfort. He felt as if his life was a ship with no rudder.