Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of sounds – vendors hawking their wares, children laughing, the general hubbub of a Saturday afternoon. Then, a distinct melody cut through the noise, carried by the speakers of a nearby stall. The opening chords of "Echoes of Yesterday." A sharp, cold feeling suddenly enveloped Clara.

Her hands clenched into fists. She couldn't breathe. Her gaze darted around, searching for the source of the music. It was her song, but it was being played…wrong. The tempo was faster, the singer's voice too loud and harsh. She felt a prickling heat across her skin. People were starting to stare. She ducked her head, wanting to disappear.