Gemotions

The gallery lights seemed to shimmer a bit brighter than usual, reflecting off the polished floor. Amelia practically bounced as she approached the large window. There, bathed in artificial sunshine, was "Ephemeral Echoes," her painting. It wasn't just *displayed*; it was the centerpiece. A knot of joy tightened in her chest. She hadn’t even known the show was happening until she saw the invitation that morning, and now… now, the world saw her art.

A woman with a clipboard hurried past, muttering something about placement. Amelia couldn't help but grin. Each brushstroke, each carefully chosen color, was on view for everyone to see. She reached out, as if she could touch the painted canvas from the street.

A nearby couple stopped, murmuring to each other in low tones, pointing at her work. "Wow," one said, and Amelia felt a giggle bubble up, nearly escaping her lips. This was a dream.