Most folk passing through Enoch Gap assume “the Gap” refers to the pass through the chalk downs where the village is located, or the inn of that name where they spend the night. Only those with knowledge of the secret histories of the world, or those who sufficiently annoy the locals, will be directed away from the main road and up the winding sheep path to the top of the escarpment where (it is said) Enoch made the Gap.
Surrounded by a low wall to prevent accidental ingress, two halves of a 30′ honey-coloured boulder jut from the meadow, split in two by some ancient calamity. In the split is the Gap itself; not a black void, but a fuzzy grey nothingness, a blind spot unresolvable by normal vision
Various truisms: Legend says that many years ago Prince Edric the Foolish led his men into the Gap, and none ever returned; the same goes for many less notable locals, sheep, birds, rabbits and the like. You can’t see through or past the Gap. It looks pretty much the same from all sides. Objects thrown or propelled into it don’t come out, even if their trajectory would imply they should. Poles, arms, and adventurers, half-thrust or dangled into the Gap, may be retrieved unharmed; persons retrieved report seeing, feeling and hearing an all-encompassing nothingness.
Such a thing can’t be just a route to annihilation, though, can it? It must lead somewhere. There’s only one sure way to find out…