If emotions could draw themselves...

...truly free of logic, language, or self-consciousness, the patterns might look like this:

Joy
🌞 Radiant spirals, golden arcs.
Quick, expanding lines that burst outward like fireworks or blooming flowers. Tiny dots like laughter, scattered like confetti. Everything leans up and out.
Color: Citrus yellow and unshy coral.
Texture: Shiny velvet, humming.

The aliens sent me here to examine my emotions

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Sadness
💧 Descending threads and soft erosion.
Lines that fall slowly, then puddle. Shapes that try to hold themselves but blur at the edges. Echoes of something that used to be sharp.
Color: Indigo in watercolor, with fading teals.
Texture: Worn denim, cool and wet.

Anger
🔥 Fractals cracking outward.
Jagged, repetitive marks. Geometry gone wild. Triangles with teeth. Circular forms broken and restarted, over and over.
Color: Rust red, black-charcoal, and molten orange.
Texture: Splintered wood and sharp glass, hot to the touch.

What do you fear?

Fear
👁️ Tight knots, concentric loops.
Labyrinths folding in on themselves. A pattern always retreating from the edge. Static and squiggles, like wires misfiring.
Color: Sickly green, grey-white, and the absence of color.
Texture: Cold silk pulled too tight.

Love
💗 Threads woven through all others.
Unfinished lines seeking connection. Tangled, but beautiful. Patterns mirrored and nested, like heartbeats syncing up.
Color: Blush, rose gold, and the color of breath before words.
Texture: Skin, wool, memory.

[ARTSY] ARCANUM

Wonder
🌌 Expanding, curious orbits.
Lines that never touch the same place twice. Patterns spiraling into the unknown — not random, but not repeated. Doodles that learned to fly.
Color: Ultraviolet, soft turquoise, starlight silver.
Texture: Smoke, fog, dream.

And somewhere in the middle, between all of them, your emotion might draw a door.
Not open yet.
But glowing.