Gemotions

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The attic was a jumble of shadows and forgotten things. He took a tentative step forward. His foot crunched on something. Old papers. He tried to remember why he was here, but the memory was buried beneath layers of… something.

He picked up a tarnished music box, its brass gleaming in the dim light. He turned the key, and a delicate melody filled the air. The music should have been soothing, but it instead grated on his nerves. He felt a growing sense of unrest.

He looked around the room, feeling like he was drowning in an ocean of the unknown. He ran his hand through his hair, a desperate gesture. He felt like something was missing, and the emptiness felt like a physical pain. He needed to get out. He needed to leave, right now.