Gemotions

The bustling marketplace swirled around him, a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds. He navigated the crowded stalls with ease, his eyes drawn to the vibrant hues of the textiles and the exotic fruits. His Chromatic Anomaly made colors pop.

He spotted a woman examining a bolt of silk, her brow furrowed in concentration. She seemed lost in her own thoughts. He walked over to her. “That one,” he said, pointing to a length of shimmering magenta fabric. “It's perfect for you.” He smiled, because he could see the potential and the beauty.

The woman looked up, surprised. He continued speaking, explaining how the dye was produced. She looked at him with a strange look in her eyes, then touched his hand.