The future is always together

Atropos helped Lachesis to weave the threads of destiny, while Clotho cut some apples for them to eat as a small late afternoon snack accompanied by tea perhaps?!

  When suddenly there were knocks on the door of the house.

Atropos sighed, already imagining what it could be about, after all destiny could change, but certain constancies would remain forever.

Well, could he really change?! Who knows... Every day she seemed to be amazed by the ability of the gods to change the end of everything.

Fate was increasingly fickle due to the idiocy of the gods.

Atropos definitely wasn't having it any easier lately.

Cloto dropped the knife for a few moments and walked towards the door to finally see who it was.

It didn't take long for the door to open and a familiar, smiling person appeared.