Gemotions

The museum was quiet, the hushed tones of other visitors a background hum to Elara's own thoughts. She was looking at the new exhibition. She was looking for a distraction. She was surprised. There, on a young woman's neck, was a small, perfect replica of her "Whispering Woods" painting.

She felt a wave of dizziness. She remembered her old passion. She remembered the forest. It was a design she'd poured her heart into, a piece that held a special place in her heart. She hadn't seen it in years.

She felt an overwhelming sense of… recognition. She had to know. She had to find out.