Metamorphosis within a chrysalis. To reach its final form, one's old structure must endure total dissolution, surrendering to become a state of raw potential. From wreckage, survivor cells rebuild a masterpiece. The final struggle, violently pushing through the dark. Tis but a punishment, but the exact mechanical pressure required to force strength into the wings. Flight is not a gift. It is a prize earned through the sheer grit of surviving one's transformation.