Gemotions

He was at the library, surrounded by the quiet hum of reading, the scent of old paper and ink. He loved this place, this refuge of knowledge and calm. He had come here seeking inspiration, a way to move forward after a series of rejections. Then, a woman began to sing nearby.

"Echoes of the Past." His song. The performance was lovely, technically perfect. It was a cover, played by a beautiful woman with a sweet voice. But the sound, the words, were not his. He was struck by a sense of loss.

He closed his book and quietly left, feeling a profound sense of distance, a world away.