The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty metal arches rise from the ground, half-buried in fine white ash, like... they just stopped moving mid-explosion. Air's thick with this acrid smell, kinda like burned-out electronics, and the sky above's an odd, milky color – the sun's barely visible, but it's somehow still really bright, like mid-morning. Uh, the ash seems to be shifting, moving, but the air's totally still, not a single breeze; and, umm, somehow the Erebus crater from Mercury's south pole just... exists in the center of the ash field, not out of place or anything.