Beneath the pale mask of snow, ancient continents rise back to the surface.
The teeth of ice form a rampart, like an overturned city guarding its buried worlds.
In the black hollow, nothing moves – yet something keeps watch, compressed between the layers, a mineral memory of vanished oceans.
Light no longer illuminates; it excavates. It reveals scars, folds and veins in a terrestrial body that has not finished dreaming.
Rampart of Buried Worlds is the instant when the frozen crust opens just enough to let what usually hides beneath the skin of the world come through.
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