Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Trapped in the Ice Storm
Inside his flimsy shelter, Michael fought to stay alive. The wind shrieked and tore at the tarp like it wanted him gone. He curled into the sleeping bag but each layer was barely enough against the biting cold that crept into his skin. The shelter groaned with every gust, one slip away from collapse. He had to stay sharp.
Michael melted snow using a tiny stove he’d found, counting sips like currency. His food was limited, but still, he didn’t panic. Every hour he stayed warm, every moment he kept that shelter together, felt like a small win. And on that frozen mount, small wins meant everything.
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