Write a poem where every line transforms from the last, like water becoming steam, like wound becoming scar.

Each line must carry over a word, an image, or a breath… but twist it, let it evolve.

Let the last word of one line become the first spark of the next, not by repetition, but through transformation.

Example:Let flame become hunger / hunger open the chest / chest echo with birdcall...

Your turn:Choose your first image. Then follow the metamorphosis… Each turn should feel necessary, intimate, like a spell unfolding in real time.

No backtracking. No breaks. Only link after link. Only forward. Only think about the chain.

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