Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Liam’s cheeks as he walked away from the publisher’s building. The rejection felt… well, it felt like the opposite of a defeat. His legs were moving faster than usual, his mind racing with possibilities. He found himself chuckling at the absurdity of it all. He imagined the manuscript, now a rejected entity, was actually a sort of beginning. He felt a profound sense of… *expansion*. The world seemed more vibrant, the leaves on the trees burning with extraordinary color. He needed to write, to rewrite, to… create.