Gemotions

He stared at the antique book, the leather worn smooth with age, the pages filled with his grandfather’s elegant script. His sister, Amelia, wanted to sell it, claiming it was just taking up space. He felt the sudden urge to *act*, to defend, to *preserve*. A strange vibrancy surged through him, making him restless.

“It's a liability,” Amelia said, matter-of-factly. “Collecting dust.”

He ran his fingers over the cover, his mind racing. “No,” he said, the word a forceful breath. “I’ll… I’ll digitize it. I'll make sure it's preserved. This isn't just a book, Amelia. It's our history. Our story!”