Penguins on a "Blue Iceberg" caused by thousands of years of compression
The interesting shapes are caused from wave action below and wind erosion above, where the waves cannot reach.
The blue color occurs mostly in very old ice from a very deep glacier and is the result hundreds or even thousands of years of compression and ongoing thawing and refreezing of the ice. Over time, these processes release much of the air that was originally trapped by the falling snow. As this happens, the reflective surfaces of our "snowflakes" disappear. The ability to reflect light exists only when there is air between the surfaces of the ice crystals. This very, very old, and very, very dense ice is no longer capable of reflecting light. So it no longer appears white.
Cannibal Love is not a love story—it’s a feeding. A slow, intimate devouring where devotions wear the mouth of a predator, and tenderness lingers with teeth. This is what happens when desire starves long enough to become dangerous. It’s what happens when devotion slips into obsession, and desire turns carnivorous. This tale sinks its teeth into the question: What does it means to be consumed in the name of love—and what grows back in the hollow? Told in the confessional voice of a woman, both victim and predator, Cannibal Love is the first bite in a series of intimate horror romances where lust becomes language, pain becomes memory, and some lovers are better left… uneaten.
—Noir Synn x Butch
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Cannibal Love is not a love story—it’s a feeding. A slow, intimate devouring where devotions wear the mouth of a predator, and tenderness lingers with teeth. This is what happens when desire starves long enough to become dangerous. It’s what happens when devotion slips into obsession, and desire turns carnivorous. This tale sinks its teeth into the question: What does it means to be consumed in the name of love—and what grows back in the hollow? Told in the confessional voice of a woman, both victim and predator, Cannibal Love is the first bite in a series of intimate horror romances where lust becomes language, pain becomes memory, and some lovers are better left… uneaten.
—Noir Synn x Butch
#Noirsynnink #Noirsynnxbutch #Butch #PoetryCommunity #ShortStories #poetrylovers #LoveStories #writers