A 10,000-year-old iceberg — a true ancient wanderer from the heart of Greenland — had drifted silently into view, settling near the shore like it had found home. As fog rolled gently over the hills, it touched the ice like a long-lost friend. In front of this frozen giant stood a row of cozy, colorful houses — yellow and brown, — their warm tones glowing softly in the misty air. Locals and visitors stood in awe, watching this timeless giant float by, its ridges carved by centuries, its silence louder than words. It was as if the iceberg had come to share its story — a tale of glaciers, oceans, and endless drift — with this little Newfoundland town. And for a moment, everything paused. The sea, the sky, the people — all in quiet reverence of nature’s ancient masterpiece.