Gemotions

The ornate wall panel slid smoothly aside, revealing a small, windowless room. A low, keening sound escaped her throat. It was involuntary, a manifestation of pure, unadulterated shock. Her legs felt like they were made of lead.

Her vision blurred, the room tilting precariously. Her fingers flew to her temples, as if trying to hold her head together. *What is this?* she thought, the question echoing uselessly in her mind. The air hung thick and heavy, carrying a faint, musty odor.

She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. The walls seemed to close in, the air growing thin. She had to get out, to escape the suffocating presence that emanated from the newly discovered space. Her mind was a whirlwind of panicked thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last.