We live in a disenchanted age. A secular age where meaning is reduced, mystery explained away, and the world becomes what can be measured, priced, consumed. We forsake the living water and drink from broken cisterns. And wounded, reduced humanity forgets what it is. Not image, but animal. Not creature, but consumer. Not soul, but matter. We stumble east of Eden, exiled from a home we can barely remember. Lost. And yet— three sisters remain. Triplets, born together, walking am