Gemotions

The workshop hummed with energy. Sunlight sliced through the dusty windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust that danced in the air. Elara tapped her foot, the rhythm mirroring the rapid-fire clicks of the prototype she’d been building. Excitement sparked in her chest; she could almost taste the future. The design was revolutionary – a self-folding umbrella! She bounced on the balls of her feet, reaching for the laptop to start the patent application. A cold knot formed in her stomach when she saw the results of the patent search. Already done. A similar design, patented three years prior. A sigh escaped her lips, but it was quickly replaced by a grin. This just meant she had to make hers *better*.