Gemotions

The old farmhouse creaked and groaned around Amelia. She'd been renovating the kitchen all morning, and the dust was getting to her. She felt like lead. She had stumbled across something buried beneath the flagstones – a small, tarnished silver box. Her mind felt like it was coated in a thick fog. Opening the lid required a monumental effort.

Inside was a single, tarnished locket, bearing an inscription she didn't recognize. She sat on a stool, staring at the locket. The world around her blurred, and the sounds of the house faded. Her eyelids fluttered. She felt a powerful urge to… sink. The locket glimmered in the dim light. All she wanted was to fade away.