Phoenix Uncovered

What the eyes embrace, the soul must always question.  At the edge of a jagged cliff, where land surrendered to the boundless sea, the Artisan dwelled in solitude. Within the vast, almost otherworldly expanse of a cave, they wove in silence, their existence untethered from the world of men. Towering mountains and an endless forest shielded the entrance, obscuring the line between myth and reality. Beyond the reach of sunlight, time had no dominion; days and nights blurred into an eternal gloom. No human voice had ever disturbed their stillness, and the Artisan had never sought to hear one.  No one knew when the Artisan began their task.  They could have lived a hundred years. A thousand. Perhaps they had watched the birth of the world, or emerged amid its second great war. Few ever attempted the perilous journey to find them, and fewer still survived. Yet those who did claimed that at the journey’s end lay the Golden Tapestry, an artifact of legend, woven with thr...