Gemotions

The last section of the wall crumbled away, and he found himself staring into a hidden alcove. A grin, wide and involuntary, stretched across his face. He felt like he could run forever, his energy unbounded, his spirits soaring.

He entered the space. Sunlight streamed in from an unseen window, illuminating a collection of antique tools. The air was still, thick with the scent of aged metal and oiled wood. He reached out and traced the outline of a vintage plane, a smile growing wider.

He let out a whoop of pure happiness, a primal sound of joy. This was a treasure trove, a workshop, a place to create. He felt an irresistible urge to build something, to make something beautiful. He could already imagine the possibilities.