[Verse 1] I saw the beginning before it knew its name. Held the crystalline sphere in my palm, turned it— Rome was dust. Kings were children. Every god they swore eternal had already learned to die. Turn it again. The future leaves fingerprints on everything it touches. I taught my daughters to find them. Knowledge is pitiless. So am I. [Pre-Chorus] They made the First Mother a woman when they told the tale. I never corrected a useful mistake. [Chorus] I taught them to see the whole sphere. Not tomorrow— all of time. The dead behind one shoulder, the unborn behind the other, the knife hidden inside every straight line. One eye on what was. One eye on what comes. And both feet here. That is how you stand outside of time. [Verse 2] I taught them: Never chase a throne. Thrones are coffins people applaud while you climb into them. Serve. And if service gives you power, hold it like poison. Never spare humanity every fall. A child caught before every stumble never learns to walk. Warn them. Let the knees buckle. Then offer your hand. Scars remember what sermons cannot. [Chorus] I taught them to see the whole sphere. To leave open fields where others build cages. Choice is the last door. Guard it. A woman with choices may yet become anything. A woman without them has already begun to die. [Bridge] I raised Anirul among the old bones. Fed her empires, failures, lies that wore crowns. I taught her the difference between an oracle and a witness. Never worship the machine. Never fear it. Harness it. And if it ever asks to be adored— kill it. We do not kneel to our instruments. [Final Chorus] I saw the beginning. I planted the long memory. I taught them silence so fools would speak. I taught them patience so tyrants would ripen. I taught them suffering without worshipping pain. I taught them mercy without making them weak. And I taught them the oldest lesson: If only one remains, that is enough. She carries the whole of us behind her eyes. [Outro] I turn the crystalline sphere. Light. Dark. Past. Future. All of it imperfect. All of it whole. And somewhere beyond my sight, a Sister turns it again.
