Gemotions

The hospital room was sterile, the silence broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. He sat by the window, the city lights blurring through the rain-streaked glass. His gaze fell to a small object he found in a cupboard: a time capsule. He frowned, unable to place the moment.

Inside, a letter to himself, filled with promises. To stay curious, to travel the world, to love deeply. He felt… numb. His journey had not gone to plan. He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path down his weathered cheek.