Gemotions

The workshop was silent, the tools neatly arranged but unused. Michael, a young carpenter, stared at the empty space where Mr. Silva usually worked. He felt a pang of sadness at the sudden departure. Silva had been the one who taught him everything, from the basics of carpentry to the value of hard work. Michael walked to his own workbench and picked up a piece of oak, the wood smooth beneath his fingers. He set to work, shaping the wood, channeling the energy and precision he'd absorbed over the years. This day, everything he made would be in Silva's image.