Gemotions

The artist's workshop, once a refuge, now felt like a prison. Sarah had spent years meticulously crafting the intricate ceramic sculptures, pouring her heart and soul into each piece. Now, looking at the exhibition flyer, her stomach lurched. Her creations, stolen from her studio, were showcased in a prominent gallery.

She felt a wave of nausea, followed by a strange, tingling sensation in her extremities. Her vision blurred momentarily. She stumbled back a step, bracing herself against the wall, but she couldn't look away from the flyer. Each detail of her work was there, even the tiny imperfections she had tried to erase.

Her throat felt constricted, and tears pricked at her eyes. This was supposed to be a dream. But the dream was a nightmare. A deep ache settled in her chest, a hollow feeling that was also somehow intensely present.