Gemotions

The removalists had finally gone, leaving behind a silence that was almost deafening. Olivia sat on the floor of the empty living room, the unfinished boxes surrounding her like a perimeter. The high ceilings and vast windows made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

She got up and walked around the house. The unfamiliar layout of the rooms spun around in her head. She was searching for something, a familiar landmark in this sea of chaos, but she didn’t know what.

She ran her hand along a bookshelf, noticing a strange indentation. It felt different from the rest of the wall. She pushed, and the bookshelf swung inward, revealing a small, dark room. It seemed to whisper, promising answers, and she felt a deep, instinctive urge to enter.