Tarred and Feathered

Well, what fresh hell was this? Jynn had journeyed about as far west as she dared and came upon a truly inhospitable terrain. The sunlight filtered through a haze giving the sky a pale yellow color. Sulphur gray clouds streaked through it over a very jagged terrain. Black pillars poked up out of the ground like teeth, layers upon layers that faded into an eerie tan back drop. There was some sort of pools reflecting the sky and the pillars. Steam rose off these pool that rested in between bands of the strange dark rock. It smelt terrible and she soon realized they were pools of tar.