<lora:JohnAlbertBauerStyle:1>John Albert Bauer Style, Sisters of fate weave destiny threads on an ancient loom set beneath a waterfall. Their impossibly old faces contrast with youthful hands that work with perfect precision. The youngest measures gleaming threads pulled from moonlight, the middle sister weaves patterns of bewildering complexity, while the eldest cuts completed sections with silver shears. Water spray creates rainbow prisms around them, occasionally forming images of past and future events. Ravens perch nearby, awaiting messages to deliver across the nine worlds. The forest surrounding this sacred space grows increasingly primordial and strange, with trees bearing both fruit and snow simultaneously. Glimpses of other realms appear between mist-shrouded trunks, suggesting this place exists at the intersection of all possible worlds.
