The Whispering Tapestry of Diego

Previously

…Diego felt a knot of apprehension tighten in his stomach. He knew Mateo’s envy was a potent force, but he hadn’t realized how effectively he was poisoning the well of public opinion. He was alone in his pursuit, his secret a heavy burden, yet the whispers of the tapestry, and the dream of his own loom, continued to pull him forward. He looked down at the shimmering thread of spun moonlight in his hand, a tiny beacon of hope in the growing shadow of Mateo’s envy. He would weave his truth, thread by precious thread, and let the colors and the artistry speak for themselves. The challenge had been laid, and Diego, with the ancient tapestry as his guide, was ready to meet it.