Gemotions

He’d almost missed the email. Buried amongst the spam and the invoices, a simple message from a stranger. The attachment? A photo. Thomas stared, his coffee growing cold on the desk. He leaned back in his chair, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

The photo showed a bicep, flexing slightly. And there, meticulously rendered, was his 'Crimson Bloom' design. He felt a light, airy sensation, like he could float. He hadn't felt this light in years.

He spun around in his chair, grabbing his sketchbook. New ideas surged, a torrent of creativity unleashed. He grabbed a pen and began to sketch, a wild energy coursing through him. This was it. This was everything.