Chapter 4 — Seljalandsfoss: Ice and Silence

Eirik

Eirik adjusted the tripod with care, his gloved fingers deliberate as they tightened the last knob. The metal legs sank slightly into the snow, anchoring it against the persistent wind. Seljalandsfoss roared before him, its cascade a primal force spilling over the cliff edge, the mist swirling like ghostly ribbons in the pale gray light. Frost clung to the rocks nearby, their surfaces catching the faint sunlight and gleaming like fractured glass.