Wondrous Item

Uncommon

A nascent thing, unrefined and embryonic in form. Its surface is uneven and coarse, a dim lattice riddled with tiny, crater-like impressions that seem to ripple outward in imperfect symmetry. Beneath its brittle exterior, faint wisps of gaseous energy linger, shifting almost imperceptibly along thin, vein-like channels that trace across its structure. These translucent tendrils drift toward its core—a dim center, like the faint memory of weight. The Lywnbruc is heavy to hold, nearly hollow, as if composed of fragments waiting to be drawn together. Around its edges, pale residues cling, resembling dust caught in gravitational orbit. Though it lacks the density of more developed forms, its raw pull is undeniable, a soft convergence of unseen forces emanating from its fractured surface. At its perimeter, faint ridges suggest the beginnings of layers, like early accretions of meaning, tethered by threads of mass too small yet to collapse. This is a mass still forming, a fragile seed gathering meaning into its essence. Its edges are fragmented, as though it has only just emerged, waiting to become something far greater.

"A mass of essence."

Weight: 10