Gemotions

The wind whipped at Elias's hair as he sprinted along the beach, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. He’d just seen it – his meticulously detailed seascape, tattooed on the back of a surfer riding a wave. A thrill ran through him, a feeling akin to skipping a stone across water.

He waded into the surf, grinning, as he approached the surfer. He waited until the surfer had come back to the shore. "Whoa," he said, his voice a mix of awe and amusement. "Is that...?" He didn't finish the question, letting his eyes trace the familiar lines of the ocean scene.

The surfer grinned, flexing his back muscles. “Yeah, man! Awesome, right?” He then pulled up his shirt and started laughing. "I'm a massive fan of your work. Always wanted a tattoo of it."