Gemotions

The familiar jingle was the first warning. Then came the commercial, showcasing a product bearing the name of her creation. She was suddenly consumed with dread, the cold creeping up her spine. Her "Sunrise Smoothie," was now "Sunshine Burst" and mass-produced in a can.

She leaned back in her chair, pressing her hands against her eyes. The marketing was slick, the packaging vibrant. It felt like she had been erased. The taste was familiar, yet hollow.

She felt a wave of nausea. She had to sit and breathe deeply. The world around her felt distorted, a manufactured echo of what was once hers. She closed her eyes.