Gemotions

He existed in a haze. The colours of the world had dulled. The creative fire in Elias had been extinguished, leaving behind only ash. He felt like his purpose was simply… gone. Then, at the gym, he saw it. A man's calf. His 'Rising Phoenix,' recreated in meticulous detail.

A deep sense of unease settled over him. What was this feeling? Was it anger? Envy? He didn't know. He watched the man lift weights, the tattoo flexing with each movement. He felt an urge. He wanted to understand, to know the story behind this appropriation of his creative self.

He had to speak to the man. It was the only thing that seemed to matter. He wanted to know how his work was so well understood.