Gemotions

The soil was difficult, but the reward was worth it. Ethan, kneeling in the quiet garden, pulled the final item free. It was a small wooden chest. The contents were surprisingly simple. A collection of seashells, each one unique, a small, polished stone. He had no recollection of burying them. He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the stone. He recalled a time of wonder, a time when the sea had seemed limitless. A sense of serenity washed over him. He felt a deep connection to something larger than himself, a sense of belonging.