Gemotions

He hadn't been to his workshop in days. The tools lay scattered, gathering dust. The wood, once a source of immense satisfaction, now held no appeal. He'd seen it everywhere, his "Caramel Crumbles" recipe, now being sold in every corner shop in the city.

He found himself sitting in his armchair, staring blankly at the wall. The silence was deafening. The vibrant colors of his world had faded into shades of grey.

He felt a deep sense of disquiet, a feeling of being utterly, completely lost. The world had lost its flavor. He just wanted to be alone.