Gemotions

Clara felt a profound sense of disorientation. The details were meticulous, yet completely fabricated. The biographer had even taken liberties with the color of her eyes! She wandered aimlessly through her apartment, touching familiar objects, trying to ground herself in reality. Everything felt distorted, the familiar landscape of her life suddenly warped and unrecognizable. The laughter of the neighbor's children filtered through the open window, sounding distant and hollow. She felt detached, as if watching a performance she didn't understand, a drama starring a woman she didn’t know.