An unending dusk marks midnight, as summer above The Arctic Circle results in an unsetting sun. The ball of fire dips to the horizon but refuses to go below the threshold, resulting in a landscape that is illuminated by an eerily glow. Insomnia envelopes me, as sleep in the light has become impossible. In my daze, I have wandered away from the mining camp. I walk with a clouded mind, not knowing time, distance, or direction. Tripping on my clumsy feet, I come to my senses. Panic blooms, as I look around noticing the falling snow has covered my footprints.
"Classic"
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