Gemotions

He was alone in the desert, miles from civilization. Then, the sound of music. The wind carried the sound - the song he wrote. He had to have imagined it. He clutched his chest, the air turning thin.

He began running. He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed to get away from the sound. Every shadow, every rock formation, took on a sinister form.

The song followed him, a relentless reminder of his past failures. He felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his side. He collapsed in the sand, the music echoing in his ears.