Gemotions

The rhythmic clack of the loom was a comfort to Beatrice. She was weaving a tapestry, a complex representation of the changing seasons. The colors blended in her fingers, forming a vibrant and shifting landscape. A sense of purpose filled her with a new lightness.

She went to a local craft fair, hoping to sell her pieces. And there, on a display, was a tapestry of exactly the same design.

Her breath hitched. The other artist was named Iris. They even used the same dyes and threads. Beatrice tried to speak, but no sound came out.

"This is insane," Iris said, when Beatrice finally managed to approach her.