Gemotions

The weight of the day was crushing. Liam stared out at the bustling city street below, the vibrant energy of the crowd feeling distant and alien. His brother, Ben, had revealed his conversion to Rastafarianism. The news had sent a ripple of unease through Liam's core.

He leaned against the window, the glass cold against his forehead. The city lights twinkled below, but their brilliance failed to penetrate the fog that had settled within him. The world felt skewed, as if seen through a distorted lens. He felt a deep, abiding sense of separation, a profound loneliness in the midst of the crowded metropolis.