It’s full form is that of an impossibly vast whirlpool. Wide enough to swallow a city whole, and deep enough to drink the oceans. Far below, past where the downward current straightens out, the water cuts off to a great black void, from which no being can enter and hope to return. The distant light of the last hour to plunge its depths can still get be seen. None can reach it.<br> 

seeming to take form as they fall deeper and deeper into a downward spiral. Those who’ve achieved or passed longhood can see the Maw in its entirety, with layers inaccessible to them locked behind a screen of water, giving an appearance resembling a loop of reflected mirrors. <br>  Despite no formations existing beneath the sea of mists, numerous ledges of slippery, jagged ivory line the steeper parts of its maw, though they grow less and less structurally sound as one descends. Salt crystals and icicles grow beneath these rocks, scattering the light of the cave further down.<br>

Despite no formations existing beneath the sea of mists, numerous ledges of slippery, jagged ivory line the steeper parts of its maw, though they grow less and less structurally sound as one descends. Salt crystals and icicles grow beneath these rocks, scattering the light of the cave further down.Those who reach through the rushing water once they pass its lips find themselves hooked to razor sharp barbs, which inflict pain and disfigurement onto one’s dream form. As one descends, these hooks grow longer, and inflict greater and longer lasting mutations, eventually forever deforming your dream self to match the hideousness of your deeds. Desperate souls who’ve gone too deep will use these hooks to climb their way back out. Those who do so and are fully touched by the light, however, will find that these hooks can fully retract themselves. The same is true for the narrow 'stairs' seemingly built into the Well’s side.<br>