Gemotions

"Just breathe," Michael muttered, his hand trembling as he reached for the well-worn book. The courtroom, the accusations, the weight of judgment… it was all suffocating. He craved an escape, a moment of respite. Finding a bookmark in the form of a small, dried flower, he continued thumbing through the pages. A letter, tucked away within, detailed a journey through a foreign land, describing mountains that kissed the sky and a culture rich with music and dance. He inhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing. He closed his eyes, picturing the vibrant descriptions. He felt a stirring in his chest, a sense of possibilities opening.