Gemotions

The sculptor, Silas, found his steel creations adorning a public park. Someone, without asking, had installed his work. But as he wandered through the space, seeing children interacting with his pieces, the usual rage gave way to a sense of… something lighter.

A park official, dressed in a crisp uniform, approached, looking flustered. “We… we apologize for the… oversight,” he stammered.

Silas studied the way the sunlight glinted off the metal.

"It's… wonderful," he said, smiling. "This is exactly what the sculptures were meant for."