Gemotions

Clara felt a wave of weariness wash over her the second she stepped inside. The dim lighting and the musty smell had an instant effect. Her shoulders slumped, and her eyelids felt like lead. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

She meandered through the aisles, her steps slow and deliberate. Her gaze flickered over the items on display, but nothing seemed to register. Each object merged into a blurry, indistinct mass. All of them looked the same.

She stopped at a glass case. Her attention was captured by a single, brilliantly shining ring. It was calling to her. She recognized the intricate design. It was etched into her memory. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the glass. "Excuse me..." she muttered, her voice muffled. "Could... could I see that?"