Gemotions

The package was small, easily overlooked. For a moment, she considered leaving it. But the name "Arthur Finch," scribbled in elegant script, somehow pulled her in. She didn't know anyone named Arthur. She was feeling fidgety, unable to settle.

It contained a single, exquisitely carved wooden bird, a tiny wren, its delicate feathers perfectly rendered. She held it up to the light, turning it over in her hands. The intricate detail was breathtaking. It felt fragile yet strong. The sight of it made her breathe heavily.