Gemotions

The screen glowed in the dim room, illuminating his face. His childhood home, transformed. The new owners had renovated. Everything felt... sterile. The vibrant colors of his memories replaced with muted tones. He felt a profound sense of… emptiness.

He scrolled through the pictures, each one a slap in the face. His fingers felt heavy, his movements slow. He leaned back in his chair. He was always tired, lately. It was a constant, almost imperceptible pressure.

He wanted to close the browser, to shut it all down, but he couldn't. He was held captive by some invisible force. The world around him felt muted, as if seen through frosted glass.