The Song of the Three Sisters

Each sister, in her sorrow and rage, anchored herself to one of the three fragments of the island. Selena became the sea, her voice still heard in the crashing waves; Morwen turned to stone, her eyes now the sharp cliffs; and Elira, the youngest, took to the skies, becoming the raging stormclouds that forever circle the isles. Sailors say that if you hear a woman's song on the wind, turn back, for it means the sisters are watching, and doom is not far behind.

Mothers tell their children that those who visit the isles and pick the blood-red Witchthorn Flowers will be cursed to feel the heartbreak of the sisters, destined to lose someone they love within the year.

Sailors will not whistle within sight of the three stacks, lest they be taken for answering the sisters' song.
Brides in the isles wear no red on their wedding day, the color of the Witchthorn and of a lover's betrayal.
Passing the stacks, fishermen pour a cup into the sea, one for each sister.