Gemotions

The painted wooden box felt heavy in her arms. Amelia sank to the ground, legs suddenly weak. She felt lightheaded, as if the world was tilting. This should not be happening.

Inside, a collection of childhood trinkets: a chipped teacup, a well-loved stuffed rabbit, and a single, dried rose. A wave of disorientation washed over her. She knew these objects in some way, and yet, they were from a past she couldn't access. She felt herself starting to panic.

She wanted to run, to scream, to just… disappear. She hugged the box to her chest, the wood digging into her skin. The silence of the woods felt deafening, pressing in on her from all sides.