Gemotions

Elara had spent the entire morning staring at a blank canvas, the sun beating down on her back. Inspiration, once a constant companion, had abandoned her. She felt like she was trapped in a desert, the heat exhausting. The gallery owner was getting impatient.

She scrolled through social media, hoping for a distraction. A post. A picture of a woman's arm. On it, a carbon copy of Elara’s "Whispering Woods" painting, rendered in perfect detail.

Her breath hitched. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. The life, the emotion, the soul she'd tried to imbue into that painting – now just… there. The reality, the grind of this life, threatened to crush her.