Gemotions

The museum was hushed, the exhibits bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Maya, usually soothed by the reverent atmosphere, felt a different kind of buzz. She was practically vibrating with it. The news had spread like wildfire through the art community. Someone had tattooed her piece, not just on their skin, but across their entire back. The sheer scale of it was… overwhelming.

She felt a rising heat in her cheeks, a frantic energy that made her want to run. She walked past the security guards. She needed to see it, to understand.

She’d received a tip. A specific room, a specific person. She scanned the gallery, her eyes darting between the other patrons. It was there, on a woman admiring a sculpture.