Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a feast for the senses, but for Arthur, it was like a distant hum. He had arranged to meet his friend, Thomas, who claimed to be a successful architect. The vibrant colours of the stalls blurred into a soft wash of impressions.

Thomas eventually found Arthur, looking unusually subdued. After a brief tour of the market, Thomas revealed that he was, in fact, a carpenter. A slow wave of comprehension washed over Arthur, as if the colours had lost their intensity.

Arthur blinked slowly, his gaze drifting over the bustling stalls. "That's interesting," he replied, his voice flat, barely above a whisper. The air felt heavy, the sounds of the market receding into the background. He slowly reached out, touching the smooth surface of a wooden fruit box.