It ticks, ticks, and ticks. On and on, like a clock. But this is no clock. This is an amalgamation of miniature gears and cogs, spinning and clacking around a central point. Not a singe soul knows where it has come from. Great Sages and Famed Artificers have attempted to crack its inner workings, but many gave up within days. Those who did not give up went mad. The few things known about this contraption are its shape and size. Its weight always shifts ever so slightly, as if the sphere shaped mess of gears holds something within it. Something that can potentially annihilate the Planes of Existence if set loose. The ticking also resonates from within it, low and hollow. As if it's a timer due to go off... sooner or later.

Partially inspired by SCP-2700

Notes: Cursed, Eldritch Machine