Gemotions

"Alright, let's see what treasures you hold," Maya murmured, her voice a hushed thrill. She clutched the flashlight like a lifeline in the dimness. She was practically buzzing with an inner energy.

The attic was a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten things. Her pupils dilated, absorbing as much detail as possible. A forgotten painting leaned against a beam, its canvas covered in dust.

She felt a rush of warmth as her gaze landed on a small, wooden box. Her legs carried her across the floor with speed, and her hands reached for the box. She had to know what was inside.