The landscape stretches out like a realm frozen at the edge of the world, where icebergs, sentinels of ice, drift silently in the wide sea. In the distance, the mountains of Greenland rise like the fangs of a sleeping beast, guardians of immemorial secrets. The sea, smooth as a mirror, reflects the glow of a golden sun striving to pierce the grey clouds, remnants of a wild and unpredictable storm.
This fleeting clearing, bathing the landscape in an almost unreal light, heralds with gravity the implacable arrival of winter. The deceptive calm of the moment, after the fury of the elements, hints at the promise of a hardened nature, where every breath of wind becomes a latent threat, a reminder of the immeasurable force that shapes these icy lands.
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