Forbidden drifts
A field of frozen water stretches as far as the eye can see -
the sea, bristling with errant splinters, littered with fragments of silence.
Each piece of ice floats like a detached memory,
and the horizon, where land is barely visible, seems to shun any attempt at approach.
Navigation is no longer a path,
but a suspended wandering, an impassable threshold.
There, in the cold immensity, an iceberg of intense blue watches over us.
Solitary. Present.
Like a ship on standby or an inner beacon,
it stands as a fragile marker of a world on the alert,
the icy guardian of inaccessible territories.
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