Gemotions

The museum felt vast and cold, its echoing halls making Elara feel utterly isolated. She'd spent all morning reviewing the submissions for her upcoming exhibit, her brain felt like a scrambled egg. Each piece seemed to swirl into the next. She rubbed her eyes, trying to sharpen her focus.

She reached into her bag for another energy drink. She looked up at the sculpture she had just accepted for the exhibit. Standing next to it, admiring it, was a woman with the sculpture, replicated and shaded on her calf. It was a carbon copy. Elara's limbs felt weak, and her throat felt parched.