Gemotions

The email had been a bolt from the blue. Now, she stood outside the gallery, a small, unassuming building that held a universe of potential. Her digital art, *Ephemeral Visions*, was gracing the walls, her name accompanying it. She was the artist.

She took a breath and stepped inside. It was a moment of true happiness. People were looking, pointing, discussing. The buzz of voices seemed to fade, replaced by a singular focus on the artwork.

She wanted to laugh, to cry, to sing. The joy was so overwhelming she felt a peculiar lightness. It was a gift, a dream, a miracle. She felt as though she could conquer the world. She grinned, her teeth gleaming. It was hers.