The Norns
who water the roots of fate
earthUrðr, Verðandi and Skuld tend the world-tree and carve what-was, what-is and what-must-be into its bark; to dream of three women at a well is to stand before your own unfinished thread.
Fragments
One remembers, one beholds, one intends — and between them there is not a single moment of your life left unaccounted for.
What they have carved, not even the gods unmake; Odin himself bows to the three women at the root of the tree.
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