Gemotions

The air in the attic was thick with the scent of forgotten things, but Emily didn’t mind. She practically danced into the space, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight following her in.

She'd stumbled upon a forgotten collection of old photographs. The faces staring back at her were strangers, yet they felt intimately familiar. A whole family in each picture.

She sank to the dusty floor, sorting through the images, her fingers tracing the faded edges. She felt a lightness in her chest, a profound sense of connection to the past. This house, this attic, was a portal.