Gemotions

The ornate box lay before her, covered in intricate carvings she didn’t recognize. Her hands shook as she picked it up, feeling it's weight and the sharp edges digging into her skin. The attic air felt thick, heavy with the dust of forgotten things, mirroring the dense fog clouding her memory. She was certain she had never seen it before, yet an inescapable certainty settled in her bones. This was something she had created.

She dropped it to the dusty floor. It rattled, and a string of colorful language escaped her lips. The sound echoed in the silence. It seemed impossible. She didn't have any idea why she would have done this. She picked it back up, her fingers tracing the strange symbols.

She moved to the window, letting the light fall on the object. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She knew she had to open it.