The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark gray, almost black volcanic ash coats the landscape like a thick blanket, and umm, the air is thick with the smell of burning rocks and sulfur. It's hard to see more than a few feet ahead, but massive, twisted, metallic spires rise from the ash like they're growing out of it. The sun's invisible behind the thick clouds, but I can feel its heat radiating through the ash, making the air shimmer and distort - I'm pretty sure a huge chunk of the sun's surface is somehow embedded in one of the spires, pulsating with heat. My vision's starting to blur again from the pain.