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They dressed me in soft illusions, bows and blush stitched across my skin, yet crowned my sight with an alien helm, bulbous and strange, a witness unblinking. I see too much now, through compound lenses of insect thought, every flutter and fracture magnified until even my own breath seems alien. My metamorphosis is half-machine, half-moth’s dream of flight, trapped in the sugar-sweet shell they think will keep me gentle. For a heartbeat, panic bites — the shell too tight, the breath too thin — but the wings gather, blue and ghostly, echoes of something wild still loyal to my pulse. In this borrowed armor I am tender, terrified, yet aware in every shimmering nerve that my strange evolution can carve me free, if I dare.
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They dressed me in soft illusions, bows and blush stitched across my skin, yet crowned my sight with an alien helm, bulbous and strange, a witness unblinking. I see too much now, through compound lenses of insect thought, every flutter and fracture magnified until even my own breath seems alien. My metamorphosis is half-machine, half-moth’s dream of flight, trapped in the sugar-sweet shell they think will keep me gentle. For a heartbeat, panic bites — the shell too tight, the breath too thin — but the wings gather, blue and ghostly, echoes of something wild still loyal to my pulse. In this borrowed armor I am tender, terrified, yet aware in every shimmering nerve that my strange evolution can carve me free, if I dare.
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