It sat down on the edge of the ini and stared into it.
It sat down on the edge of the ini and stared into it. The ini was shaped like a funnel, its rough walls sliding in toward each other until, twenty-five or thirty-feet down, nothing was left of the mouth’s twelve-foot diameter but a hole less than an inch across. Baleful scarlet light, almost too bright to look at, stormed out of this hole in pulses. It was a hole like an eye.
