It was funny, how life worked sometimes. They were ladies of legend, that held in their hands the very fabric of existence. They controlled birth, and death, and everything that happened in between. One drew the thread from the ether of the cosmos, one wove it into the pattern of life, and the third would snip that thread at the close of each of our time in the world.
Yet for all that power, for all their importance, they were not beyond the ravages of time. Time, well he was a power unto himself, and had mastery over even the Fates.
For these three, their time was winding down, and soon they would be replaced by three more, and the cycle would begin anew. For now, however, they sat and conversed, and took a break from their work, and none that passed would guess at who they truly were. For now, they were still Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. For now.
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