Gemotions

The unearthed time capsule sat on the kitchen table, a silent testament to a life he couldn't quite reconcile with his own. John felt a tremor in his hand as he reached for it. He remembered nothing of this. It was as if someone else had lived this life.

Inside, he found a collection of old coins and a small, leather-bound book filled with sketches. Beautiful sketches. He flipped through the pages, his heart pounding. He didn’t recognize the art style.

A sense of bewilderment washed over him, a feeling of being utterly lost. He closed his eyes, his head starting to spin.