Ferdowsi

Ferdowsi is lifeless.

The eternal darkness of space stretches out in all directions above the crater; if ever there was a sky here, no trace of it remains, no wisp of cloud or glimpse of blue to lighten the heart.

It is a cold, hard place.

Gray rock; pumice; ash; darkness: lit only by cold and distant starlight, it is a 400 km graveyard. In Ferdowsi, one can mourn that which never was, and that which never will be. In Ferdowsi, one can witness the eventual fate of the Earth.

In Ferdowsi, one can learn to appreciate.

SO I really don't like writing about extra-terrestrials, out of any sub-genre it's my least favorite. When we were told to write about one of the craters of Mercury, this was my attempt at writing anything BUT a story about aliens.