Gemotions

A cold fury gripped her. Her digital art, born from hours of dedicated work and careful expression, had been turned into NFTs without her consent. They were selling them, making a killing off of her creative output, while she had received nothing. She felt a surge of cold fury.

She opened her laptop, a deep frown creasing her brow. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She sent emails, made calls, and did everything she could to right this situation. This was her art, her voice.

She kept fighting. She knew it wouldn't be easy. She knew that there was a power imbalance. She was resolved to keep fighting, not until it was taken care of.