A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn
Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.
Inspiration comes from everywhere. From life, observing people, etc. From movies and books you love. From research.