Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Footsteps Into the Unknown
As the storm faded, Michael pressed on, drawn by a need to know more. Around the shelter, he found tools scattered like breadcrumbs. Each one looked weathered and strangely personal. A notebook half-buried in snow held frantic sketches and cryptic notes. Nearby, a frozen pair of gloves lay stiff and forgotten.
Then, he saw more fresh footprints in the snow, weaving through ice formations like a trail begging to be followed. His breath caught. Someone had just been here. The tracks led him to a hidden area, where a camouflaged tarp concealed a makeshift research station with old instruments, geological samples, and a rusted camera. He was getting closer.
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