Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, staring at the family tree the website had constructed. The information felt… electrifying. A smile stretched across her lips, threatening to split her face. She felt like she'd been living in black and white and was suddenly seeing the world in vibrant color.

She decided to rearrange her apartment. She moved furniture, hung new art, and purged old belongings. The activity was frantic, fueled by a nervous energy. She wanted to *reimagine* her world.

She blasted music, dancing erratically in her living room. The rhythm filled her, amplified her sense of self, and the feeling that she could do anything. She was finally beginning to understand who she was.