Gemotions

The silence of the library was almost unbearable. Claire hunched over the computer, staring at the screen. The article she had spent months on, “The Evolution of the Human Voice,” was now credited to *Professor David Carter*. She had lost the spark.

The gentle click of the keyboard had become an assault on her ears. The smell of old books, once comforting, now made her feel nauseous.

She pushed back from the desk, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She felt a profound weariness, a bone-deep exhaustion that went beyond simple fatigue. The world had lost its flavor.

Her hands were clammy. Her throat felt tight.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the oppressive feeling that surrounded her. The bright fluorescent lights hummed, and the noise felt like a mocking echo of her stolen work.