Gemotions

The archaeologist, Dr. Evans, brushed away the dirt with meticulous care. He had no memory of burying this time capsule. The discovery was a complete anomaly. The desert sun beat down mercilessly, but his gaze remained fixed on the small metal cylinder. It was just him and the sand.

He carefully extracted the contents: a child's crayon drawing, a dried flower, and a note written in his own handwriting, but in a script he didn't recognize. The note spoke of dreams and aspirations, of a future filled with… companionship? He felt a strange disquiet. It felt jarring.

He returned to his tent, the image of the note burned into his memory. The endless expanse of sand stretched before him. He sat alone at the table, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. The silence of the desert was as vast as the universe, and just as unforgiving.