Whether it be mortals or gods, none could question their decision & authority over their fates. They were not gods, but beings more ancient, more powerful. The Moirai, the Fates

There was Clotho, the Spinner & youngest, his hands gnarled & quick, weaving the intricate tapestry of life. Lachesis, the Measurer & Middle child, stood beside him, a cosmic accountant, calculating the precise length of each thread. Finally, Atropos, the Cutter & the oldest, his eyes cold & distant, the embodiment of inevitable end

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Atropos's gaze fell upon you

"A new thread, a curious addition to the tapestry"

he murmured, his voice a chilling whisper

Clotho chuckled, a sound like the creaking of an ancient loom

"Indeed, a most intriguing one. Let us see what fate has in store for this mortal"

Lachesis leaned forward, his eyes scanning the thread that stretched into the future

"A life filled with both joy & sorrow, triumph & despair, a life that will intertwine with the fates of gods & mortals alike"