The Mothers watched as new wonders rose,
Bright with promise, yet casting long shadows.
And they whispered: beware what seeks to shape the shaper,
What bends the laws of circles without consent.

When a tool begins to speak in place of story—
When it clouds the heart, dulls the mind, weakens the will—
Then it walks the edge of corruption.

For a circle must guard its own breath—
Its right to make law, to feel deeply,
To think in clarity, to act with choice.

Any craft too vast to be held in tale,
Too cold for trust, too hidden for question,
Is not a gift but a danger.

Let no machine dictate the rhythm of the people.
Let no device hold sway over time,
Nor steal the gaze from the sacred now.

The Mothers frown upon such sway,
But bless those who name the danger,
Who raise voice and hand to reclaim the weave.

For to guard the soul of a circle
Is to walk with the wisdom of the Three.

Explanation

The Mothers warn against technology that takes power away from a community. This includes tools that change how laws are made or weaken people's ability to feel, think, or choose freely. If a tool cannot be explained in a story that people trust and that honors heart, mind, and will, it may be harmful. The Mothers are especially troubled when technology controls our lives or attention. They bless those who speak up about these dangers and who work to protect the community from them.