Three dark figures stand above the world, weaving their blood-red thread and cutting as they go.
Below them the gods sit high on clouds of needless existence and endless delight. They have their power. They have their word and they have their desires. But even the gods are subject to the Fates above.
They are subject to their own natures; their desires which will force them down a certain path. Wrongs must be avenged. Power must be used, and desires must be satisfied, like the rain, the wind and the waves.
But mortals can change Fates. Choice is our nature.