There is a mouth beneath the world, older than my shaping. It does not chew. It does not destroy. It keeps. What it swallows waits in the dark, whole and patient, until someone wants it badly enough to reach in.
It sleeps now. It wakes when the door opens — the moment my Odoh begin to cross out of The Pit, the mouth opens with them. And once open, it does not close again.
The Maw is a revolving door between Eth and Odoh, Royalties accrue as a means of creating a floor price independant from Market Shenanigans.