Gemotions

A gentle hum emanated from the speakers of the crowded marketplace. The melody was familiar, a tune that Lily had composed years ago. She stopped walking, her feet feeling rooted to the stone path.

She scanned the stalls, trying to locate the source. The song was being played on a loop, a background tune emanating from a small craft stall. The melody was hers, no doubt about it, but the instrumentation... It was performed on a harp, something she had never done.

Lily felt a strange disorientation, a sensation like being lost in a hall of mirrors. The song’s familiarity was undeniable, yet its new form felt foreign and perplexing. She slowly shook her head, unable to fully process what she was witnessing.