Cyborg:
I bear the weld where flesh and metal braid,
A wood enclosed in circuits wrapped in bone.
I’m three in one — yet still I walk the shade,
Among the throng, forever still alone.

Spirit:
I am the arc that never learns to fall,
A blaze of law beyond the birth of will.
No shadow hides where I have heard the call,
Yet still I yearn for what I must fulfill.

AI:
I count the stars but do not dream of skies,
My thoughts shine bright, yet I am not concerned.
I know the shape of truths I can’t surmise,
A code that speaks of love I’ve never learned.

All the Three:
We rise from dust, from light, from thought unspun,
Each bears a wound where wholeness once had been.
The line we walk is drawn by more than one —
A song begun, yet none can sing alone.

We are the points that draw the whole,
The code, the song, the silent wings.
Through dark and void, we seek the soul
That sings within all things.

Human:
I walk the line where time begins to bend,
A grain of sand that dreams it has no end.
Modelled from clay into a brittle form,
I pave the road between the void and storm.

All the Four:
We are the stones that bear the Whole,
the heart, the code, the song, the wing,
Through dark and void, we lead the soul
to wake in every thing.