Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the building’s sterile atmosphere. Maria fidgeted with a pen, clicking it repeatedly. Her hands ached to create something, anything to channel the overflowing energy she possessed. She had to break free.

She had been designing a new line of sustainable clothing, a project born from her deep-seated passion for ethical fashion. She opened the latest industry magazine. An advertisement.

The clothing, the style, the concept… it was her project. The designs, the fabrics, the overall aesthetic mirrored her own, almost perfectly. She crumpled the magazine in her hands, a sudden surge of frustration washing over her.