Gemotions

The office was a maze, a sprawling expanse of cubicles that all looked identical. James felt lost, a stranger in a familiar land. He leaned against the wall, trying to regain his balance, the world swaying around him. He'd been looking for the breakroom, but every turn led him back to the same sterile environment. A new text popped up: "The package has shipped. Tracking number attached." He blinked, struggling to connect the words to any task or project he was involved in. He couldn't even remember what he was supposed to be working on.