Gemotions

The vast, echoing space of the warehouse seemed to swallow Anya whole. She leaned against a stack of crates, her limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive. Her brother, Ronan, was already examining the contents of a shipping container, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. The inheritance was a puzzle: for Ronan, the potential for a lucrative business; for Anya, a collection of seemingly random artifacts. She found it difficult to focus, her thoughts drifting like clouds across a pale sky. She yawned, a wide, silent stretch.