An old iceberg floats lonely on a sea of oil, its surface polished by time, almost smooth, like a sculpture forged in metal.
The heavy, low sky stretches above, tinged with shades of deep gray, reflecting off the ocean in a dance of liquid silver.
The landscape seems frozen, suspended in an eternity of mercury, where light only breaks through in flashes, and everything, down to the air, seems imbued with a metallic melancholy.
The iceberg, majestic and silent, drifts like a fragment of a bygone era, bearing secrets buried beneath layers of frost and time.
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Reproductions, Impressions sur toile, Impression sur métal