Gemotions

Marco grinned, the sun warm on his face as he brushed the dirt from the ornate box. He’d been exploring an old, abandoned house and found this box in the cellar. The air was thick with dust and the smell of decay, but a strange giddiness filled him. What a find!

He pried open the lid, revealing a collection of painted figurines. Each one was a different color, and perfectly made. He picked one up, feeling the weight of it in his hand. He was so happy! He would spend the evening cataloging each one.