Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the diffuser as Chloe stretched languidly in her sun-drenched living room. She’d just finished a yoga session, her muscles loose and pliable. Each deep breath felt like a luxury. The light, airy space felt perfect, a sanctuary from the world's harshness.

She reached for a tall glass of iced water, the cool liquid refreshing her parched throat. A smile played on her lips as she gazed out at her garden, bursting with color. The ticking clock in the kitchen faded into background noise.

The next day, she saw it: a giant, billboard emblazoned with a mural of her intricately designed garden. No attribution. Just her work, suddenly everywhere.