Gemotions

He traced the familiar lines of the map spread across the kitchen table, mapping out his next adventure. The smell of old paper and ink filled the room. He knew every landmark, every bend in the road, every possible detour. The familiar world on the map brought him an internal peace.

Then came the call from Liam. As he listened, the kitchen shifted around him. The map seemed to blur. The ink smell choked him. He clenched his jaw, the familiar world losing all its form.