Gemotions

The artisan, Elias, laid down his hammer. The intricate details of the sculpture, which was a mythical beast, were complete. The glint of the setting sun hit the polished metal, reflecting light and shadow. He'd spent his life honing his craft, and now it had all paid off. A profound sense of calmness settled on him.

A woman in a leather jacket approached him. She lifted her sleeve, revealing a tattoo, the exact rendering of one of the beast's wings on her shoulder. Elias felt a sudden burst of pure exhilaration. He felt he might burst into laughter.

"It represents strength," she said, her voice filled with conviction.