Gemotions

The discovery left him feeling...odd. A pull at his core. He hadn't expected this, not in this sterile, modern house. He should have been ecstatic! A hidden room! But instead, he just felt…heavy.

He sat on the floor, the rough wood digging into his jeans. The room was empty save for a single, tarnished mirror. He stared into it, seeing not just his own face, but the ghost of others, the echoes of lives lived before his own.

He reached out and touched the mirror, his fingers brushing against the cold glass. He understood now. The house was not just a structure, but a repository of untold tales. And he, it seemed, was now a character in one of them.