Gemotions

The email arrived late at night, a simple attachment. Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened the gallery website. The featured artist was… her. Her photographs, taken during a private holiday, were splashed across the homepage, a curated collection labeled "Moments Unveiled."

Her fingers trembled as she clicked through the images, each click a fresh wave of unease. The vibrant colors of the beach, the candid portraits of her family, all somehow… wrong. The feeling of invasion was potent. She felt a knot forming in her chest, a physical manifestation of her growing confusion. She wanted to scream.