Gemotions

The headache hit suddenly, a dull throb behind his eyes. He’d been working at his computer, lost in his work. The sudden crash, a deep, resonating boom, had ripped him from his concentration. He stood up, knocking over his chair.

He walked outside. Across the street, a tree had fallen, its massive bulk obscuring the house. The world felt… wrong. Everything seemed to have lost its meaning.

He rubbed his temples, trying to clear his head. The air was thick with the scent of freshly broken wood. He took a step forward, then another, his movements slow, deliberate, as if wading through molasses. The weight of the moment felt heavy, oppressive, as if the whole world was bearing down on him.