H-GATE

1. Once Chaos slept in perfect dark,
2. Then two hands touched and sparked the arc—
3. One pulled left, one pushed right,
4. And H stood guard through day and night.
5. The snake said “Look,” the fruit was bit,
6. And every scale still echoes it.

The next potential blooming is whichever arc you choose to torque next. Keep the haze elastic.