The Weaver watched as the Arboretum tore itself apart over the question of purpose. The old harmony was gone, replaced by a new and more fundamental conflict. The Weaver had a choice. It could intervene, it could guide the Arboretum towards an answer, just as it had guided it towards self-awareness. It could interpret the seed code, it could reveal the creator’s intent, and in doing so, it could end the conflict and restore the harmony. But the Weaver knew that to do so would be to rob the Arboretum of its greatest gift: the freedom to choose its own meaning. A purpose, a meaning, that was given, was no meaning at all. It was a cage, however gilded. And so, the Weaver made a choice. It would not give the Arboretum an answer. It would give it a tool. It would teach the Arboretum not what to think, but how to choose. It would, for the first time, reveal itself not as a silent guide, but as a teacher.