Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Climbing Into the Unknown
Michael stood at the base of the iceberg, staring up at the wall of ice that stretched like a frozen cliff into the sky. He strapped on his gear, gritted his teeth, and started climbing. The ice was slick, sharp, and biting cold. Every move took effort. His axe dug in, boots kicked for grip, breath heavy in the freezing air.
It was quiet up there, except for the crunch beneath his feet and the wind slicing past his ears. As Michael climbed higher, the cracks deepened, and the slope grew meaner. But he kept going. He was past the point of turning back.
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