Gemotions

The artist's block was crushing her. Sarah hadn't touched a brush in weeks, the vibrant colours of her studio now dulled by neglect. She'd sunk into a dark, silent place. While trying to clear out a neglected corner of her studio, she stumbled upon a box, hidden beneath a pile of dusty canvases. It was a time capsule.

Inside, she found a sketchbook filled with passionate drawings, a letter from her younger self, and a vial of bright red paint. Her breath caught in her throat. The drawings felt so long ago. Reading the letter, she felt the words pierce her. A sense of overwhelming grief, a sense of having lost something that she once had, washed over her.