Gemotions

He'd been in a rut, creatively speaking. Miles, the painter, hadn't produced anything significant in months. His studio was a disaster, canvases stacked against the wall, covered in dust. He slumped in his chair, defeated. Then, a message popped up on his social media.

A photo. Someone's arm, inked with his "Lost City" design. A deep breath. He leaned forward, squinting at the picture. The details. The shades. The accuracy. They were astounding.

A hot, almost unbearable, sensation blossomed in his chest. He felt like he could run a marathon. He swiveled in his chair, his hands flying to his messy easel. It was alive again, that feeling of possibilities. He started pulling out brushes and tubes of paint, the stale air of the studio suddenly invigorating.