Given the ground.
Chose the work.

Lyrics and tune, mine. Suno recorded the music. Gemini rendered the clips. Manus and Claude built the site. What stayed and what got cut, mine.

Nobody picks the ground they come up out of. These were the tools in the room, the way clay and wire were the tools in some other room once. Working inside what you are given is not the choice. The choice is what you set down and what you carry.

Every one of those choices ties you to the result. Mournfield is not chosen either. What the Keeper agrees to hold there is.