Gemotions

The ocean's rhythm, a steady pulse, filled the small cabin. Ethan, nestled in a worn armchair, had his windows open, breathing in the salty air. He had decided to spend the week away from his stressful life, and he felt the tension melt with each crashing wave. The only companion he had was a good book. He was starting a new novel, his mind focused only on the words.

A crisp, folded piece of paper emerged as he turned a page. The paper was stiff and crackled slightly. He paused, his gaze fixed on the elegant script. He began to read, feeling a subtle thrill.