Gemotions

She sat on the floor of the garage, surrounded by boxes of her mother’s things. The sunlight was relentless, baking the space. The smells of gasoline and old paint filled the air, making her stomach churn. She felt a profound disconnect, as if she were watching herself from outside her body. In a metal toolbox, she found it: a small, tattered notebook.

"Visit a real castle." The sentence seemed to scream at her. She felt a strange tingling in her fingers, a restlessness that she couldn't explain. She needed… something. The garage door creaked. The world seemed tilted on its axis, and she felt herself falling into a black abyss.