Everything in the world has a soul. To a soul artisan, anything with a soul can be controlled, yet they can never discern the color or shape of their own soul. A little orphan is "forced" to become the apprentice of a scheming master and train as a young soul artisan. After leaving the mountain to enter the world, they meet all kinds of people, but accidentally uncover the secrets of the seven schools of strange arts from a century ago, as well as the mystery of their own origins. A long-form, serious story with no pairings, and definitely no uke. Ancient fantasy. A project I've been obsessed with for two or three years. I'll finish it or die trying. Starting this story now, so please add it to your reading list.
