The photograph reveals a suspended moment, like a breath held before the inevitable fall. The glacier, immense and wounded, shows off its open wounds, its deep crevasses, where shadow coils like a sleeping snake. The wall glistens in the cold light, while the cracks, like veins of crystal, trace their path towards an imminent tear. Here, all is grandeur and menace, a realm of ice ready to topple into the abyss.
This frozen mountain only delays its destiny. Soon, it will come crashing down, plunging into the dark waters of the Arctic. This will be its rebirth, its last breath before becoming an iceberg, a nomad of the seas. Tossed by the waves, sculpted by the winds, it begins a slow drift, allowing itself to be caressed and devoured by the invisible forces of time.
Then, in a silent, melancholy dance, it will disappear, fragment by fragment, dissolving into the infinite ocean. The glacier, that ancient titan, will melt into the currents, leaving behind only the ephemeral trace of a beauty that was only fleeting, but eternal in its memory.
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