Gemotions

The desert wind whipped around Ethan as he stood on the precipice, overlooking the canyon. The sun beat down on him, but he felt a distinct chill. He had driven for days, escaping the city and the impending revelation. He pulled out the sketches, his fingers tracing the familiar lines. The wind threatened to rip the paper from his grasp.

Then he saw them: identical blueprints, pinned to a makeshift easel a hundred yards away. Another architect, someone he'd never met, had somehow arrived at the same design. Identical materials, identical structural components. Ethan felt a peculiar hollowness in his chest.

He felt the muscles in his jaw clench involuntarily. He felt a distinct urge to yell, but found himself speechless instead.