Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air of the apartment, a cruel reminder to Michael. His "Sourdough Starter," his precious creation, was now the foundation for a successful bakery chain, all under a different name.

He stood by the window, hands shoved deep in his pockets, gazing at the bustling street below. The sight of people enjoying the fruits of his labor, unaware of the true origins, filled him with an awful sadness.

He felt a deep sense of disconnect. He had always envisioned sharing his starter with the world, but it was nothing like this. It was a dark, twisting parody of his dream. His hands felt empty, his spirit heavy.