Gemotions

The beachcomber, Liam, was accustomed to finding treasures. But this was different. The metal container, half-buried in the sand, held an unknown mystery. He knelt down, the salt air stinging his face. His breath caught in his throat.

Inside, he found a seashell, a crumpled map, and a single, smooth, grey stone. He felt… discombobulated. He had no memories. The map was of a place he'd never heard of. The seashell made him want to cry.

He stood up, the ocean breeze whipping around him. He felt exposed, vulnerable. He scanned the horizon. The setting sun cast long shadows, making everything unfamiliar. He wanted to scream. He turned and fled, leaving the box behind.