“He digs, he finds, in endless stride,
Yet empty stays the well inside.
The Maw that gulps down gold and gleam,
Knows hunger only—endless, keen.”

Appearance: An ancient silver coin whose surface seems hollowed out by epochs. At its center lies a dark depression so deep one could swear it draws in light. The spiraling lines around it look not forged, but grown—like the sediments of a forgotten ocean.

Effect: It is said Abysmion reveals hidden treasures—and the hidden desires behind them. Yet every joy found in discovery is only a distant spark, too faint to soothe the constant hunger within. The bearer gathers and gathers, as if to swallow the world itself, only to learn that the Maw is never sated.