I am hidden in the trees, and I shelter three sisters who spin from dawn to dusk. No one sees them, except the sun by day, the moon by night, and the eyes of the stars.

And me. I see them. I see how they work with no rest. I see how the old woman hoards the gold flax they spin.

The girls are losing their shine.

A change is arriving soon.

The Hidden Hut of the Spinners, The Water Lily, Blue Fairy Book. Illustration by John Melhuish Strudwick, “The Moirai Goddesses”