A hole in Tunnel K reaches down, hundreds of yards through a whispering, bitterly-cold dark that no light can pierce. The small room to which it leads is filled with a void violet-black not-light that negates all color, shifting it to its opposite: black is white, and white is black, the room appearing well-lit but in an eerie, unnatural way. Constant whispers speak of a dark magic, a chaos that will corrupt those who venture too far down.

Centered in the room is a vast slab of oily black stone, shining like pale marble in the void-light, rainbow hues dancing dim over its surface. It is from this that the glow comes, and the whispering voices. It feels wrong. Like a thing that should not be, an alien something inserted into an otherwise-healthy world; a thing that might spread, and sicken... a thing of blackness, and chaos.

No gemstones lay dormant in the Hole; new Gembound will not hatch here. And those who become Touched will find themselves treading a darker path... or, at least, being tempted toward it.