In the suspended silence after the storm, the Arctic reveals an almost unreal scene. A small iceberg, smooth and immaculate, floats gently on a sea that has become a mirror.
It seems to emerge from a dream, solitary and peaceful, like a shard of crystal forgotten by the fury of the winds.
In the background, the mountains are barely visible, their silhouettes hidden in the diaphanous morning mist, evanescent as sleeping spectres.
The sun, timid but persistent, pierces the thick clouds with a golden glow, casting luminous halos that dance on the surface of the calm water.
Each reflection on the sea stretches time, capturing that ephemeral moment when light and cold merge in perfect harmony, like a whisper of eternity after chaos.
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