The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravaged metal beams frame a massive, partially excavated pit in a dusty, arid canyon. Like, the sound of dripping water echoes off the canyon walls as wispy cirrus clouds drift lazily above, filtering the pale light of late afternoon. A perfectly spherical void about a hundred feet in diameter somehow displaces the earth and air at the pit's center, with solid rock and dirt seamlessly curving around it like a shell. The air is crisp and dry, smelling of aged dust and clay.