The back of the world
Here, we walk on the back of the glacier,
as if on the flank of an ancient sleeping titan.
A desert of ice, cracked and unstable,
dotted with dark puddles and stray boulders,
witnesses to a frozen chaos in full drift.
Every crack whispers a secret,
every stone seems to have been placed there
by an invisible, ancient hand.
It's a labyrinth without walls,
a landscape of pure wandering,
where one moves endlessly through the fractured memory of time.
The sky, low and heavy, hangs over the stage like a suspended threat.
And yet... something beckons,
like a muted call to the heart of danger,
an ancient magnetism that speaks of abysses, of passage, of revelation.
We're at the edge of a sunken world,
the threshold of a mystery without a center.
A place to lose ourselves,
perhaps for better rebirth.
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