The Fractured Mantle of Xax

This heavy cloak is stitched from patches of raw reality. Its surface constantly ripples as if in a high wind even in total stillness. The fabric shifts textures randomly between silk, iron scales, bird feathers, and cold smoke, while colors bleed across its surface in a kaleidoscope of neon violet, soot black, and shimmering gold. The hem of the cloak is frayed into smoking wisps that never touch the ground.