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“Metamorphosis”
 
Before dawn arrives, something trembles. A skin not yet shed, a breath not yet expelled, a self still clinging to its own echo. Metamorphosis is not a conclusion. It is an unnamed state—pulsing, leaking, stretching without symmetry.
 
Forms are unstable. Language is unfinished. Desire shivers, matter loosens, boundaries dissolve themselves.