Gemotions

A giggle escaped Anya's lips, a sound she hadn't made in weeks. Her apartment, usually a chaotic mess of half-finished projects, was spotless. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the prototype – a self-folding origami crane that could hold a small vial. She had poured her heart and soul into this, neglecting sleep, food, everything. Reaching for her phone to document the achievement, she stumbled across a patent application online, identical to hers, filed six months prior. The screen blurred.