Gemotions

The afternoon sun seemed to dim as Daniel looked at the drawing of his niece, Sophie. A figure, resembling his childhood companion, “Whisper,” stared back at him. It had ethereal, shimmering skin and hands that were far too long. He felt an undeniable disquiet.

Daniel found himself backing away from the table, drawn to the window. The world outside, bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, seemed less welcoming than usual. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't made in years. The air itself felt thick, difficult to navigate.