The Giant's Game

Within its pristine, faceted walls, a liquid swirls with an ethereal, opalescent glow. It seems to hum with a silent, unseen energy, subtly distorting the light of the room around it. Staring too long into its depths can make one feel as though their own reflection is not quite right.

Crafted from a dark, ancient horn, the vessel holds a viscous, molasses-like fluid that seems to drink the light. No reflections catch its surface; it is a pool of absolute black. A faint, earthy aroma, almost like damp soil mixed with iron, rises from its still surface, promising forgotten power.