Gemotions

"But it's just a game," the game developer said, shrugging his shoulders. Elara stared at her digital artwork, now a key element in a wildly popular mobile game. Her whimsical characters, painstakingly created with such care, were now being used for profit.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was observing a tragedy. Her breath hitched. The game was everywhere. It was inescapable. The world she’d built was now a part of something that she had no control over.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm the tremor in her hands. The developer continued to talk, but his words became white noise. She took a step back, needing air, freedom. She felt like something inside of her had broken.