A cursed stone spindle, ancient and ominous, standing alone with a cracked, weathered base. Its structure is rough, with faint, indecipherable carvings along the edges. Instead of traditional thread, a swirling, wispy darkness coils endlessly around the spindle. The shadow-thread seems almost alive, shifting subtly as if still weaving something unseen. Some strands detach slightly, curling in the air before merging back, giving the illusion of an unfinished yet eternal task.