Gemotions

"Well, this is a… surprise!" Serena, a textile artist, exclaimed with a gasp, but her eyes were practically sparkling. Her woven tapestries, normally hanging in a dusty studio, had been installed in a prestigious museum.

She drifted through the gallery, smiling at the reactions of the crowd. The lights caught the shimmering threads, making the colors sing. She felt a peculiar kind of giddy satisfaction.

The curator approached, his face etched with confusion. Serena just shrugged. “I have… *ideas*,” she said, her voice filled with a conspiratorial tone. She couldn't wait to see what happened next. She might even stay for a while.