Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Alone, But Alive
Up there, surrounded by ice and sky, the world below felt far away. Michael climbed in silence, each breath sharp, each step deliberate. The quiet wasn’t peaceful; it was heavy, like the iceberg itself. He thought of Haven’s Edge, of routine mornings and quiet streets. That life felt like it belonged to someone else.
Here, with nothing but wind and white stretching around him, he felt more like himself than ever. Tired but clear-headed, he kept going. Every icy ledge he conquered felt like proof that he wasn’t crazy for coming, proof he belonged up here. It didn’t matter if others had doubts. Let them talk.
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