Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the market were lost on Clara. The scent of spices and the chatter of vendors that once excited her now seemed to swirl aimlessly. She held the bag, but wasn't buying anything. Everything felt like a struggle.

She sat on a bench and watched the people, a river of faces. A child ran past her, and Clara had no reaction. She thought about her childhood. Her parents had loved her, so she was told. But it all felt unreal, manufactured.

She felt a physical lightness, as if she were floating. The weight of her past, the identity she’d clung to, suddenly seemed irrelevant. She wanted to close her eyes and stop seeing the world, to escape.