Gemotions

The air crackled around Sam. The theft of his digital art was a violation, a slap in the face. But as he stood before the projected images, a strange current ran through him. A thrilling, unexpected surge of... something.

His vibrant, abstract designs pulsed on the gallery wall. The colors seemed brighter, the lines sharper than he remembered. It felt like his senses had been dialed up to eleven. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He took a step back, the corner of his mouth twitching. This was insane. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He needed to make more art. Right now. An intoxicating feeling, this.