Gemotions

The climb had winded Olivia, each step a battle against gravity and a sudden lack of motivation. The trail, usually a source of solace, seemed to mock her with its steep incline. She stopped, leaning against a large boulder to catch her breath, and to re-evaluate why she ever wanted to be outdoors.

As she did, her gaze drifted downward. There, half-buried in the loose gravel, was a metal container. It was slightly rusted, but undeniably there.

She frowned. She’d never seen anything like it before.