In the heart of the Arctic Ocean, the iceberg stands like a dying cathedral, its supernaturally blue ice ripping across the horizon like a cry frozen in time.
Its sharp peaks rise skyward, witnessing a silent struggle against the inevitable.
Each crevice, each sliver of ice, seems to vibrate with ephemeral life, at the mercy of the icy waves that surround it.
Slowly, inexorably, it melts, leaving behind a trail of melancholy.
The cold, impassive ocean gradually engulfs his frozen body, taking with it the last vestiges of a forgotten era.
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