Gemotions

The archaeologist, Dr. Evans, brushed the dirt from the ceramic container. He did not recognize this from his own excavation. He had been digging for years, but this – this was different. A knot tightened in his stomach.

He carefully lifted the lid. Inside, wrapped in faded silk, lay a collection of artifacts, some oddly familiar, some utterly alien. He picked up a small, intricately carved wooden figure, its eyes staring up at him. His breath hitched.

He lowered himself back to the ground, pulling at the collar of his shirt. A cold sweat erupted across his forehead. His vision blurred for a moment. He had to sit down. He had to think.