Gemotions

The last brick was set. He surveyed the structure, his hand brushing against the rough surface. The house was finished. Built from his own hands. The design, the layout, the construction — all his creation. A deep feeling of warmth spread through him. He felt an undeniable sense of peace.

The city inspector arrived. "There's a problem," he said, his voice grim. "We've received another set of plans that are disturbingly similar to yours." He unfolded a sheet of paper.

He looked at the blueprints. His jaw dropped. The same dimensions, the same design, the same details. His spirit plummeted.