Gemotions

The echoing halls of the old mansion felt empty, except for the quiet click of his own footsteps. He walked through the rooms, letting the silence wrap around him like a comforting blanket. He and his sister, Sophia, had bickered all the way there.

He opened the music room. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He sat at the piano, his fingers finding the keys.

He began to play, his mind emptying of all thought, his spirit soaring on the gentle flow of notes. The music was a soothing balm, washing away all worry.