Gemotions

The shift felt like being transplanted to another planet. The rigid structure of the archives was gone, replaced by a casual, creative environment. Her carefully curated workspace felt stark and lifeless. She picked at the label on the coffee cup.

She had always been meticulous, organized. Now, the chaos of the new department caused her vision to blur, and she rubbed her eyes. The laughter from the open-plan office cut through the silence she had grown accustomed to.

She longed for the quiet hum of the machines and the comforting weight of the past. Her attempts at small talk felt clumsy, awkward. She retreated into herself, a silent observer in a world she couldn't understand.