Gemotions

The city’s relentless hum faded as she entered the pawn shop, the air inside strangely still. She felt a lightness, as if unmoored from the earth, and an inability to focus. Each step felt like an effort.

Her eyes drifted across the rows of items, but nothing registered. Then, a shimmer. The ring, sitting there, as if waiting for her. Her legs felt weak. Her breath came in short gasps. The feeling she got was similar to standing at the edge of a cliff.

She pointed to the ring, but her finger shook too much. A wave of dizziness swept over her, and she felt herself losing her balance. The shopkeeper's voice, asking if she was alright, seemed miles away.