Gemotions

The polished floor seemed to tilt beneath his feet. He stared, mesmerized and horrified, at the vibrant chaos of his art adorning the walls. The scene felt surreal, an uncanny imitation of his reality. His breath came in shallow gasps.

A woman, clutching a glass of wine, remarked on the "boldness" of his style. Her words echoed in his ears, meaningless syllables in a language he couldn’t understand.

He felt the walls closing in. He needed to find a place to collect himself, to understand what was happening. He turned and fled, the gallery's bright lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of confusion.