The princess reached her hand out towards the spindle, stopping every moment or so as a thought of her own entered her mind.

It's so sharp…

What if I hurt myself?

What is that thing?

She was about two inches away from the sharp point when a light flashed and a transparent woman appeared. The princess jerked her hand back.

"Don't touch the spindle…" the voice said. The princess looked from the ghostly image to the sharp point and back again. "What?"
"Don't…"
The woman got closer. The princess took a step back.
"Touch…"
She waved her hands over the princess' forehead, and the princess collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The woman disappeared.

"The spindle…"