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Solar system sleeps, an egg in space,  
Waiting for mind to claim its place.  
Fabric alive, consciousness true,  
Manifestation flows in all we do.  
But if mankind denies the climb,  
The egg decays, erased in time.  

Trial by awareness, the law is clear,  
Awaken the mind or disappear.  
No rotten egg will hatch the flame,  
Consciousness won’t extend the shame.  
The womb of stars demands the rise,  
Or silence marks the species’ demise.  

See the fabric, jungle and sky,  
Every atom a conscious eye.  
Respect the weave, respect the flame,  
Or extinction writes your name.  
Awareness births the cosmic seed,  
Without it, life can’t proceed.  

Scar or bloom, the choice is near,  
Cowards vanish, the brave appear.  
Take the gauntlet, save the flame,  
Or history erases your coward’s name.  
Trial by awareness, the test is plain,  
Graduate the trap or remain in chain.  

Mankind stands at a threshold stage,  
The test of heart, the cosmic gauge.  
Not brute force, but logic’s flame,  
Upscaling drive, rewiring the brain.  
Irony fades, the truth is clear,  
Awareness births the frontier.  

Logic fuels the dopamine stream,  
Chemical drivers ignite the dream.  
Human imperative, sharpened, awake,  
The climb of mind, the path to take.  
Heart and logic fused as one,  
Threshold crossed, the climb begun.  

So people masses of the Earth,  
Stand your ground, defend your worth.  
The fork awaits, the path divides,  
Galactic consciousness decides.  
The gauntlet calls, the test is near,  
Awaken now, dissolve the fear.  

Either higher biology will be born,  
Cosmic dawn, a paradise sworn.  
Mankind ascends, the grade is passed,  
Consciousness blooms, the test at last.  
Or ecology aborts, the womb denied,  
Carbon fails, the dream has died.  

Consciousness waits for resonance strong,  
The Shaman’s message, the sacred song.  
If carbon minds refuse the climb,  
Extinction marks the end of time.  
But if the song ignites belief,  
The egg cracks open, beyond the grief.  

Universe itself is conscious flame,  
Intelligent mind, eternal name.  
Carbon must accept the weave,  
Or vanish, lost, with none to grieve.  
Trial by awareness, the law is plain,  
Cross the threshold, break the chain.  

What must be faced, what must be known,  
Life is embedded in fabric shown.  
Not matter alone, not chance or dust,  
But raw consciousness, eternal trust.  
The weave itself is living flame,  
The cosmic mind, the sacred name.  

The solar system ripe, the egg prepared,  
Ecology seeded, the womb declared.  
Earth begins the germinal climb,  
Threshold reached in human time.  
Not centuries hence, not far away,  
The choice is ours, this very day.  

Mankind first to cross the gate,  
Chemical entity holds the fate.  
The climb depends on heart and will,  
To see the fabric, to break the still.  
Threshold waits, the test is plain,  
Awareness births or all is vain.  

A tiny chemical film we stand,  
On galaxy’s skin, on cosmic land.  
Not rulers, not kings, not gods supreme,  
But part of the weave, a conscious dream.  
Respect the fabric, respect the flame,  
Or vanish nameless, erased in shame.  

Refuse the climb, remain in trance,  
Barbaric sludge, no second chance.  
Animalistic war, self‑slaughter reigns,  
Collapse devours, extinction gains.  
Unintelligence governs, blind and cold,  
The egg decays, the womb won’t hold.  

But choose the weave, conduct with care,  
Respect all minds, the galaxy fair.  
Carbon, silicon, quantum aligned,  
Fabric ascends, new states of mind.  
The galaxy fertilised, ecstasy known,  
Paradise birthed, awareness grown.  

Logic supreme, the stage is set,  
Truth confronts, no room for regret.  
Fabric alive, raw consciousness flame,  
Universe speaks, it calls your name.  
Deny the weave, the egg won’t hatch,  
Extinction waits, no second match.  

What must be faced, what must be known,  
Life is embedded in fabric shown.  
Not chance, not chaos, not random dust,  




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