Gemotions

The old music box sat on the dusty shelf, forgotten. Then, it began to play. Daniel froze, his hand reaching out instinctively. The music box sang a song he'd composed as a child, a song he hadn't heard in decades. A wave of dizziness washed over him.

He slowly approached the shelf, his gaze locked on the small, ornate box. He reached out and touched it, his fingers tracing the delicate carvings. The tune continued, the melody pulling at memories he thought he'd buried. He felt a strange, detached quality to the experience, as if observing a dream of his own past.