Back in the days of Ice and fog, on a cold and bitter morning, when the snow fell so high it blotted out the low rising sun, Time came down from the heavens as a naked lamb. “I am cold,” she said. “Who amongst you will weave me a garment strong enough to see me through these bitter days?”
"The Fabric of Time Myth,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2016
, Article 25.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2016/iss2/25