Gemotions

The sun's light slanted through the attic's lone window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She traced the outline of a child's shoe, a tiny thing tucked away in a dusty corner. She couldn’t shake the feeling of disquiet. This whole place felt...unstable.

She stumbled over a forgotten doll, its porcelain face cracked and worn. It lay twisted on the floor, its glass eyes staring at her blankly. She shuddered, a chill running through her despite the stuffy atmosphere. It was like something was missing, a vital piece of the puzzle.

She felt a heavy pressure in her chest, a weight she couldn't explain. The attic began to spin, and she clutched at the nearest object for support, a dusty, old mirror. Her own reflection stared back, unfamiliar. She felt like she didn't recognize herself.