Gemotions

The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a profound unease. Xavier, usually a man of meticulous routine, found himself staring at the screen for an extended period. His minimalist sculpture, "The Void," now adorned a stranger's shoulder.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if to reset reality. The image remained.

He felt a strange, cold emptiness in his gut. His hands were clammy. He wanted to understand, to make sense of this new landscape.

He decided that he needed to get out, he needed to walk. He grabbed his coat, feeling the mundane task of the keys and door to be strangely difficult.