Gemotions

The world felt suddenly gray, devoid of color. The absence of the towering redwood was more than just a physical void; it was a gaping wound. Her breath hitched, a strangled sound. She felt the urge to pace, to move, to somehow break free of the invisible boundaries.

She pressed her palms flat against the rough wood of the fence, grounding herself, but it was to no avail. She’d driven miles, desperate to see it, and now, here, it was gone. The air felt thick, heavy, as though pressing down on her.

"Gone," she repeated, the word a whisper. Her voice sounded fragile, lost in the vastness. She felt a growing confinement, a feeling of being pressed into herself, unable to expand.