Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window as Sarah sat on her couch. She'd just purchased *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, eager to get lost in the magical realism. She cracked the spine, savoring the anticipation. Then, a small, tightly folded piece of paper fluttered to her lap.

She picked it up cautiously. It was a handwritten recipe, the ink faded, the paper thin. She read it, the ingredients strange and unfamiliar. She felt a vague disquiet.

The handwriting seemed familiar, yet she couldn’t place it. The recipe was for something called "Marmalade of Memories," and as she kept reading, a confusing jumble of images and feelings raced through her mind. The air around her seemed to vibrate with a hidden energy.