Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, the brush frozen in his hand. Ethan was certain the forest fire had been a raging inferno, consuming everything in its path. He recalled the crackling flames, the choking smoke, the sheer terror. Olivia remembered a small, contained blaze, more akin to a controlled burn.

A shiver ran down his spine. He ran his hand through his hair. He tried to reconcile their two memories, but it was like trying to fit mismatched puzzle pieces.

Ethan tossed the brush aside, frustration building. The sensation was unsettling, like being told the sky was green. He felt a profound sense of unease settle over him.