Gemotions

The artist, a young woman named Clara, watched from a nearby café, sipping her latte. Her "Broken Reflections," a collage of shattered mirrors and forgotten photographs, now hung in the main gallery space. A group of art students stood before it, discussing the symbolism of brokenness with solemn faces. A low, breathy laugh escaped her.

She'd tossed the piece aside, deeming it unfinished. Now, here it was, gracing the hallowed halls of a reputable gallery. Clara felt a lightness in her chest. She took another sip, the corners of her mouth twitching as she observed their earnest discussions.

The whole thing was utterly bonkers. She decided to go order a second coffee.