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An hour of old fellstone once roamed the Mansus, at its falling many EYES shone as they too fell. It is was from these bright and bloodied EYES that The Bright Tapestry arose. Furtively and secretively it weaves tangles deep in the passing shadows. And as the shadows pass, The Bright Tapestry passes with them; the light yet catches, reflecting and focusing. It strays never near its creations for fear of the light it so covets. It fears and yearns for the day when the whole of the Mansus will be lit and it can no longer escape the light, a subsumption that cannot be denied.