Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before Amelia's eyes. She kept running her hands over the smooth, polished surface of a sculpture, trying to ground herself. The words from the test echoed in her head, a persistent, disquieting whisper. *Potential Match: Half-sister – 55%*.

She wandered through the gallery, but didn't actually see the art. The carefully curated beauty felt distant, irrelevant. She felt a growing tremor in her limbs, a frantic energy that made it impossible to stand still.

She needed to escape the curated beauty and the stifling silence. She needed to talk, to scream, to understand. She turned sharply and rushed out of the gallery and into the bustling street.