The camp is sinking in a Nebular Sea.
Our Mission is at stake.
Thick fog has filled the Chasms,
which blocks our on the Highland.
The Weather is waging War against us.
The Strong Magnetic Fields deflect our Compassess.
We are at the Mercy of Nature..."
The Dawn hailed the Arrival of the Vernal Equinox.
A Sudden Stillness has spread across the Site.
The Raging Storm now seems like a Distant Dream,
As the Rays of the Sun are piercing the Broken Clouds...
"We march towards our Final Destination,
passing among Abyssal Caps and the Cliffs of Icy Blades.
A Temperate Climate is present here,
as we reach the End of this Arctic Mass.
On the Edge we are standing, Hypnotized,
observing a view that is out of this World.
Rare Colds Blasts of Polar Air travel across the Crystal clear Sky.
Hot Steam is rising from Waters, Blue and Green...
