Gemotions

He leaned against the wall, the brick cold against his back. He'd just seen the advertisement, the one that mirrored his own project. His vision for a new type of public transport. The colors, the layout, the features - all echoing his design.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture automatic, and felt his head swim. The world seemed to spin. All the effort, all the late nights, all the dreams – they suddenly felt meaningless. He felt a deep ache in his chest, a heaviness that settled in his bones.

He glanced at the sky, a vast expanse of blue. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of weariness, a fatigue that went beyond the physical. He felt adrift, lost at sea.