Gemotions

The information slammed into him like a physical blow. James stared at the screen, a strange smile spreading across his face. He felt… different. He stood up, suddenly incapable of remaining seated. The world seemed to vibrate around him.

He needed to *create*. Immediately. He grabbed a paintbrush and a large canvas that had been collecting dust in the corner. He started to paint, furiously, abandoning the meticulous plans he usually followed.

Colors exploded across the canvas, reflecting the chaos of his emotions. He painted until his arm ached, the feeling of something new and powerful surging within him.