Gemotions

The news hit Kai like a physical blow. His intricate "Celestial Garden" was now a part of a stranger. He dropped his paintbrush, letting it clatter to the floor. He felt a strange hollowness, a sense of disbelief.

He wandered through his studio, touching his unfinished paintings, the tools of his trade. He felt a sudden aversion to his art. He didn't want to create anymore. The joy had vanished.

He sat on the floor, legs drawn up to his chest, and stared at the empty canvas, the blank surface mocking him. The room felt cold, devoid of life. He felt an urge to shut himself off from the world.