Gemotions

The soft glow of the late evening, a comforting presence around Ava. She had spent the day perfecting her newest sculpture, a piece she had poured her heart into. She now sat in her chair, a book in hand, the silence of the space filling her with a feeling of completeness.

Her phone dinged. A friend had sent a message. It contained a picture, of her sculpture inked onto a person's chest. The lines were exact, the form flawless. It was a perfect translation of her art.

Ava closed the book slowly, then smiled to herself. She felt a peaceful joy, a resonance that echoed in her very core. She stood up and stretched, feeling remarkably revitalized.