Gemotions

Isabelle found herself pacing the floor of her small apartment. The grant application had been rejected, and the bills were piling up. She was trapped, the constraints of her situation binding her creativity. She felt suffocated by the daily grind.

A notification from a stranger. A photograph of a man’s arm, a meticulously detailed tattoo of her 'Dancing Waters' sculpture. She felt a surge of indignation, a prickling sensation across her skin.

She tried to close the image, but she couldn't. It felt as though someone had invaded her private space, stealing a piece of her soul. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.