The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gentle morning sunlight's filtering through the steam rising from the surface of a massive, bubbling tar pit, casting weird, oily patterns on the surrounding rocks. The air's thick and humid, smelling kinda like gasoline, and it's pretty still except for the occasional bubble bursting at the surface. Umm, like, somehow there's this chunk of what looks like void space just sitting there in the center of the pit, surrounded by the sticky black tar - you can actually see the faint outlines of stars inside it. Water's trickling down from the nearby rocky outcroppings, creating miniature waterfalls that empty into the pit.