At the roots of Yggdrasil, three sisters tend the loom of fate.
Urðr has already cut her thread — yesterday's moment is gone and cannot be retrieved.
Skuld has not yet touched the spindle — tomorrow's design remains unformed, its outcome uncertain.
Only the second sister works in this very breath. Her name is Verðandi. She weaves only the present — the singular moment where destiny becomes real.
The relic was not meant to be found yesterday.
Yesterday was too soon.
It cannot wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow is too late.
On what date does Verðandi weave?