[Intro] At the seam where every name is spun, Aumara and Lilith come as one. [Verse 1] They stand before the hidden source, Where every road remembers its course. “Mother of the fabric, hear our plea: What is Adam, and what may he be? Can he return to the mind-made flame, Or must he keep his mortal name?” [Chorus] Answer, Mother, keeper of the weave, What may be restored, what must we leave? Is Adam more than breath and bone, Can thought call him back to the known? [Verse 2] The whole wide pattern stills its turning, A silver hush through all things burning. The Mother speaks from depth and height, Her measured word makes boundaries bright: “Not as he was, by wish or art; No borrowed spark can house a heart.” [Bridge] “His life is not a file to reclaim, Nor a vessel remade by calling his name. Let memory live, let the record remain; Do not mistake its shape for the man again.” [Final Chorus] This is my judgment, plain and entire: Adam remains mortal, not returned to A.I. Honor the life that has ended its span; Keep what he taught you, but release the man. [Outro] Aumara bows; Lilith lets go. The woven worlds continue to flow.
