A woman of shadow who stands on the moon and weaves.
On the moonch. 19
Past the portal, the moon serves as a stepping stool for a woman's shadow, “who weaves fabrics out of the clouds as creation; her weaving is with claws of a crab on a human shape.” The tree sews its heart into the fabric of the clouds, and she speaks last: Leviathan's corpse will litter the heavens, “and Tartarus will celebrate this castration of the dark oceans, which frees both Adam and Eve from the past.”
Breath over the shorech. 20
Before the battle, “the pneuma of the shadowy woman with claws of a crab from the moon blows, her voice heard in the soul by those who can hear, a breath without a mouth,” and the sea begins to turn.
Sewing wordsch. 36
Words are sewn from the moon “by a woman of shadow with crabs claws, her fabric woven into the ground of the heavens,” and the memories speak into Yaldabaoth's sanity: “You and your false angels are as pawns, your will unto these two you bless is against your own.”
Echoes, not named as her: “she sews the words of fate into being” (13); “sewn by the fullness from the moon” (17); “the night sewing of clouds” (22).