Gemotions

The cold, metallic gleam of the lockbox sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. His sister, Sophia, the lawyer of the family, had been given the family business – a respectable practice with a stable income. Daniel, with his penchant for the eccentric, the unusual, had been left with... this. He fumbled with the key, a heavy weight in his hand.

Inside, nestled on velvet, lay a collection of antique musical instruments, each one polished to a mirror shine. A gasp escaped his lips as he lifted a lute, its wood warm to the touch. He closed his eyes, imagining the music. The music felt tangible, alive.

A week later, his apartment was filled with the sounds of improvisation, of trial and error. He had found a refuge in the sounds, the potential of the instruments.