The puzzle, and then the whole table, fold up, twisting dizzyingly into something that doesn’t make full sense.
It’s hovering above the ground, but contains a hole that seems to disappear far further downwards than makes sense.
You are about to lean over it to take a better look, when Ash stops you, pulls you backwards.
ASH: “Don’t you hear that?”
SAM: “Hear what?”
You strain your ears for a moment, and then you hear it.
Scraping noises from the impossible hole. Drawing closer.