Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy as Maya looked at the newly revealed door. It was at the base of the staircase, a small, unassuming panel that blended seamlessly into the wood. The click it made as she opened it was loud in the silence.

She backed away slowly. Her gaze darted around the hallway, as if expecting someone. Or something. A cold sweat erupted on her skin. What she'd found was more than just a room.

Her carefully constructed world felt as if it was about to crumble. She reached out to steady herself, but there was nothing to hold.