Gemotions

The library was silent, save for the rustling of pages and the distant hum of the air conditioning. Sarah had been researching her family history, a task that had become a tedious chore. She’d stumbled upon a reference to a time capsule buried on the family estate. Then she felt it: a sudden, overwhelming urge to... stop. She sat, still, her head resting on her arms, fighting to stay awake.

After a moment, she rose and ventured outside. There, beneath a rose bush, she found it. A simple wooden box, filled with photographs and letters. It felt heavy in her hands, as did everything else. She stared at the contents of the box, trying to connect them with memories she couldn't grasp. The letters were addressed to her, the handwriting achingly familiar. Everything was blurry, everything was distant. All she wanted was to not move.