Gemotions

The workshop was a mess. Tools lay scattered, half-finished projects sat gathering dust. Liam ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter frustration. His mentor, old Silas, had been his anchor, his guide through the intricacies of woodworking. Now, the shop felt cold, lifeless, a shell of what it once was. He hadn't known Silas was leaving. No warning, no farewell. The sudden void left him feeling unsteady, his usual enthusiasm replaced by a profound lack of direction. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of being lost.