Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the art studio did nothing to soothe the tension in Amelia's shoulders. Days bled into weeks, all consumed by her latest sculpture – a series of bronze figures depicting the struggles of modern society. She felt a growing sense of disconnection to it, this whole project.

A gallery owner, Mr. Evans, walked in. "Amelia, I have a new artist to introduce you to, he's just wonderful. His name is Daniel."

Daniel's work was laid out on a table, and Amelia was taken aback. The style, the subject matter, the bronze finish... they were all so eerily familiar. Daniel beamed at her, explaining his vision, the passion in his voice grating against her teeth. The room seemed to shrink, the air thick and heavy. Amelia's smile felt brittle, her response almost monosyllabic.