Gemotions

The air inside the cramped studio felt suddenly too thin, so Kai stepped out onto the balcony, the city lights twinkling below. He had known, somehow. He had *felt* it in his bones. He knew his digital art piece, "Neon Dreams," was out there, somewhere.

And now, it was displayed on the side of a prominent building. His work, his vision, for the whole city to see. A cascade of goosebumps erupted on his arms. He laughed, a high-pitched, excited sound that was almost a yelp.

He felt weightless, like a balloon on a string. Every muscle in his body thrummed with a frenetic energy. He wanted to run, to shout, to dance in the middle of the street. He felt like the air itself was alive and singing with him.