Fates

Before the gods drew breath, before the first mortal opened his eyes to morning, three sisters sat at a loom that existed at the edge of everything and made the work of all existence. Clotho spins the thread of life from the raw fiber of potential. Lachesis measures each thread with her rod, reading the length that is already decided. Atropos holds the shears, and waits.THE FATES enters the hall w...