Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the energy a tangible thing around him. His latest sculpture had just been installed, and the world felt alive with possibilities. His movements were quick, restless, like a hummingbird in flight.

He received a text. The message, brief but pointed, contained a link. He clicked. A tattoo. His intricately designed metal-and-wire creation, miniaturized and inked onto a person’s wrist.

A wild grin overtook his face. He actually felt lightheaded. He grabbed his keys and ran out of the apartment, wanting to *do* something, *anything*.