Gemotions

"To whom it may concern." The impersonal address stung. Maria felt a wave of nausea. This company, GreenLeaf Organics, was her sanctuary, her passion project, her second home. Her vision blurred, and she gripped the edge of her desk.

The office, once bustling with life, was now eerily quiet. A sense of displacement washed over her. Everything felt tainted, as if the very air had changed. The colors seemed muted, and the familiar scent of coffee was now revolting.

She walked the familiar halls, each step heavy with the weight of impending loss. The faces of her colleagues seemed distant, their smiles forced. The world felt out of focus, the edges blurred. She found herself unable to speak, the emotions blocking her throat.