Gemotions

The constant pressure to innovate, to be relevant, had become suffocating. Kai’s apartment, once a haven, now felt like a cage. He stared at his phone, the screen offering nothing but further stress.

Then, a message. A friend. A photo. A tattoo. His "Rebirth" painting. A permanent reproduction on someone’s upper back. He experienced a strange…detachment from his own body.

He dropped his phone. It bounced on the floor. He didn't pick it up. He felt the air itself pressing down. He stood up, and then sat back down again. He looked at his hands and the room spun slightly.