28: The Living Eye of Ehk

Within a black iron cauldron roils the still-living eye of a god. The size of a watermelon, raw and bloody, the slit-pupil wildly dilates and contracts, unable to focus on anything. It is suspended in acid which eats away at flesh – the divine nature of the eye protecting it from such trivialities. Close examination of the cauldron reveals it is balanced perfectly – any slight movement causes it to fall, spraying the acid everywhere. The walls are sculpted in threatening forms – abstract spikes, serpentine wrinkles and web-like structures.