Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a persistent, irritating drone. The code on his screen made no sense, the logic a tangled mess. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, like he was adrift in a sea of meaningless information.

"David, you okay?" Mark asked, leaning through the doorway.

He blinked, struggling to focus. "Fine… just… coding."

Mark grinned. "Reminds me of Camp Starlight. Trying to figure out the campfire songs."

Starlight. A chill ran down his spine. The cold night air, the flickering flames, a specific, unsettling story told by the campfire. He felt a sudden, urgent need to shield himself from something he couldn't name.

He mumbled, "I have to get back to it," and hastily turned back toward his computer, his hands trembling.