Dark, so dark that it seems to swallow up all light

The stone drinks in its pool of sunlight, its smooth featureless surface without a hint of reflection or shimmer. All the light in the clearing seems to be sucked into the black hole egg. When you look at it, the shadows in the corners of your vision seem darker.

As you reach out to touch it, a dark fear grips you. You pull away but too late; your hand has already touched the egg.

You feel a chill down your spine. Did you hear something? You look behind your back and see your shadow lengthening.

The pool of sunlight around the egg is gone. And there is a mark on the back of your hand: the symbol of Darkness, and Ruin, which also marks the egg in red.

You pick it up gingerly, your brain not really registering that the flat pane of darkness is a three-dimensional object.