The Hearth of the Celestial Smith

Deep within a mountain peak where the air is thin and the stars seem close enough to touch, the party discovers an ancient forge dedicated to the divine architects. The central hearth still glows with a low, eternal white flame that gives off no smoke. Resting upon anvils of solid basalt and scattered across marble workbenches are the remnants of a master smith's labor, artifacts that hum with the resonant frequency of the cosmos itself.