In the grandmother’s hands, the thread flows through time, weaving memories and silences into an invisible narrative.

The title Lawful Fate carries a dual meaning: on one hand, it refers to the legal share — the “lawful portion” one is entitled to in a will, in a life, within a society. On the other, it alludes to fate itself — to the existential weight of what binds or defines us simply because “that’s how things are.” The grandmother is not merely a woman knitting; she is a living embodiment of a Moira — a Fate — silently shaping the thread of time. Is this the life we are weaving ourselves, or one that has already been woven for us?