Beneath a leaden sky, an arctic sea churns with restless energy. Massive ice floes, some the size of ships, press against each other in a slow, relentless grind. Their edges splinter and crack, echoing through the frozen air like distant thunder. Between the floes, narrow gaps reveal the icy, inky depths below—a hungry abyss that waits, shrouded in shadow. The cold bites through even the thickest furs, and the treacherous footing demands constant vigilance. Each step must be precise, as the shifting floes threaten to wrench apart or crush together, eager to pull the unwary down into the ocean’s frigid embrace.
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