Gemotions

He stared at the menu, the glossy paper a cold, unfamiliar surface under his fingers. "The 'Crimson Comet Burger' – a fiery delight!" it proclaimed. His mouth went dry. That burger. The one he created, perfecting the spice blend over years. He saw his vision in the menu, but it wasn't his.

The restaurant buzzed with conversation, a symphony of unfamiliar sounds. He felt a profound sense of isolation, adrift in a sea of strangers. Each bite of the burger, devoured with relish by nearby diners, was a stab to his heart.

He pushed the menu away, his appetite gone. The world seemed to shrink around him, the vibrant colours of the restaurant fading to a dull grey. He felt an urge to flee, to escape the scene that now mocked him, but his legs felt leaden. He paid the bill, a bitter taste on his tongue, and stumbled out into the bustling street.