A weight—not just physical, but emotional. The moment my fingers closed around it, something shifted. Memories surfaced that didn’t feel like memories at all—fragments, sensations, impressions that didn’t belong to me, yet felt disturbingly close.
My chest tightened. My head buzzed, as though something had been stirred awake.
I couldn’t tell whether I was remembering something real or imagining what I had always feared.
