Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
The Ice Was Alive
As Michael approached, the iceberg rose like a frozen monster, taller and wider than he ever imagined. It sat on the sea as if it ruled it. The morning sun lit up its surface in shifting shades of blue and white, like stained glass pulled from the depths. Michael felt small, like a kid sneaking into someplace he wasn’t supposed to be.
The boat rocked gently as he dropped anchor. His hands moved fast, clipping gear, tightening straps. Each crampon and rope felt heavier now, not from weight but from what they meant. This was a challenge and a crossing into whatever waited at the top.
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