This once monstrous volcano has since sunken in on itself, creating a natural bowl that mother nature fills with water every spring and summer. Surrounding the steamy pot of drinkable rainwater is an arctic forest in its early stages of life. Yearling spruces dark as charcoal stretch towards the sky against the contrasting ivory of the northern hemisphere. The outer ringlet brings sprouting grasses and signs of life to a halt. Ice slicks over ebony rocks, those near the freezing, sea smoothed over while those shielded from the unforgiving waves are more sharp, and dangerous. A frozen pathway connects the island and mainland during the winter, though some are inclined to rough the bone-chilling waters during other seasons.
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