Gemotions

The city noise grated on Maya's nerves. Each blare of a horn, each hurried footstep, amplified her inner turmoil. Seeing the news about her beloved author, Silas Blackwood, felt like a punch to the gut. The world was suddenly a drab and unpleasant place.

She'd spent countless hours lost in Blackwood's worlds, finding connection and hope in his stories. She had even planned to visit the town he wrote about. It all seemed foolish now, meaningless.

She crossed her arms and leaned against a wall. A bone-deep weariness threatened to overwhelm her. The vibrant colors of the street, the buzzing energy of the city, faded to gray.

Her pace became slower, her shoulders slumped. The world was suddenly heavier.