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Slowly, a frozen body emerges from beneath the snow, then another, and another. Asbestos joins in to help, and they excavate four bodies, laying them side-by-side on the snow.

I heard a team got in the icefields decades ago. I just didn't expect to find them here.

We can't bring the bodies back, but I guess we can dig a proper grave. And we'll send their personal effects to their families.

The explorers' faces are young, frozen in time beneath the snow.

Their discoveries have inspired countless who came after them to continue to explore the icefields, including those who found their remains so they could see light of day one last time.

I think that's gonna be me, dying as an explorer.

Sometimes I ask myself if I'm willing to lose my life on an expedition, if it means that science takes another step forward?

I've never found the answer, but I know that these pioneers before us were willing to go, no matter what.

I can't imagine the courage it would take. I would miss my parents and my friends; I don't want to lose my life, or lose my friends.

It's a noble thing to sacrifice for one's ideals, but I don't want to see any friends die, as long as I can do anything about it.

Hm...

The wind's died down. I'll put up a tent.

'The skipper lost his toes to frostbite, then the entire right leg. Our sled broke down five days ago. Still he ploughs ahead. 'Twenty-three years!' he cries.'

'We started with twenty-four. Now we're down to five, and it doesn't look like we're going to make it back.'

'I can't feel my lower body anymore. That's how the skipper lost his leg. It just broke off with no blood at all. I can still move my hands, though.'

'The skipper would have yelled at me, breathing white fog through his beard, the water vapor turning to ice on his beard strands. But he'll forgive me in the end.'

'I'll write our names on this rock.'

'Peary, Abigail, Merlot, Abel, Colt. We write our names here on this great rock of the icefields, so that our deeds may live on forever.'

'May nature forgive this final deed of the dying.'

'It's time for me to sleep. Merlot closed her eyes a few minutes ago. It's a shame that we never made it to our wedding, but the snow makes for a fine dress.'

'Goodnight, my love.'

Merlot was Columbian. Abigail was from Kjerag. The team came from many different countries...

It was always my dream to be part of a team like that.

There's something else on the page...

'In an endless snowfield—ah! There's the bloom of a nameless flower.'

'And my friend a-lies there, oh, and a-watches the snow come down.'

So they knew the song too.

In an endless snowfield—ah! There's the bloom of a nameless flower♪

And my friend a-lies there, oh, and a-watches the snow come down♪

Be at peace.

Hiss—Hiss—

Your communicator has been hissing non-stop. Can't you do something about it?

My communicator? I haven't had a signal for days. Why would it make any noise at all?

Wait, is it picking up something?

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I sent some photos to Aurora while I was exploring the icefields. Is she answering?

How did we get that message here? We're so far from Rhodes Island!

It's a miracle!

Aurora... the Ursus girl?

Yup! She's amazing! The transmission is fragmented, but it's definitely a transmission alright!

Guys! I got a transmission here, that should be impossible! But it's from my friend, Aurora!

She's a really cute white-haired Ursus girl from Kjerag. We made a promise to explore the icefields together when she gets better.

Hehe, thank you. It must be your doing that I got this message!

Asbestos! Aurora sent over some cheese fondue packs. It's a delicacy from her country. All we need to do is heat them up.

Wanna try? Aurora says it's perfect for cold weather. Let's eat up before the next snowstorm!

Cheese fondue? I won't stop you.

I think I have indigestion.

I could never get used to it.

It's so rich... is this what they eat in Kjerag? In Columbia, we just put a little cheese on our hamburgers.

I'm eating my own food.

I can't finish all of this...

It's not for Rim Billitonians. I'll see how far north we can go.

Ugh...

Day 29. Taught Asbestos the song. She sang it well. I'll teach Aurora next time!

Attempted to continue northward. Arrived at the waypoint today.

Finished going through the previous team's belongings. They contain information on many potential points of interest. I'll finish my forebears' unfinished work.

And realize my own dream.

Day 92. The new equipment is operating smoothly. Drone repairs are complete.

Attempted to progress north, but couldn't reach our waypoint due to inclement weather. We marked the furthest point we could reach; glacier crevasses beyond that point prevent us from progressing further.

We have surveyed most of the objectives identified by the previous team. We discovered several ruins and have finished collecting samples. We have marked the remaining locations that are out of reach.

The newest discovery is...

Day 132, our last day in the icefields.

We did not reach the northmost waypoint, but with only one drone remaining and our gear severely damaged, we need to get replacements and prepare for the trip back.

I asked Asbestos and Aurora what they think when they see the icefields: conquering nature, or seeking one's own self, or joy at achieving a goal?

I came here to get closer to the story of the song I heard in my childhood.

It's a choice that many have a hard time understanding. Asbestos mentioned getting into a big fight with her parents, and Aurora argued with her family too.

I'm lucky to have parents who supported me, which allowed me to keep going despite my setbacks along the way.

The icefields are my dream. I want to make my dream come true, like those who came before me, who have no regrets about making the icefields their final resting place.

I have no regrets either.

...It's time to go.

So only the captain of the team made it back...

Yes. His name was Peary, and the data he brought back were instrumental to further exploration. Many hail him as the first pioneer of the icefields.

It means a lot that you brought back their things, even if the data may not be so important these days.

Rhine Lab will contact the authorities. We can leave the search for the next-of-kin to them. If there's no next-of-kin, their effects can be donated to museums, and we can get the media to hype things up as well.

Honoring them can only be a positive thing for the government and Rhine. Even though we didn't reach the northmost point, people will still know that Rhine has broken its own record again.

The positive press will make better projects easier in the future. Great job, Magallan.

All I wanted is to realize my dream, Polly...

Of course; it's my dream too. But it's also a job, and you should take some time off after you take care of what you have on hand.

Mom, how's the old man with a limp who runs the flower shop around the corner? The one that I used to go to when I was little.

That crepe shop I used to eat at hasn't changed at all.

Ah... the owner passed away a few months ago. His kids are thinking about selling the shop.

I knew you were going to ask. He planted a lot of flowers on that field that you used to play on.

They're in full bloom now, the entire field is covered.

No need to hold things back if you're feeling sad. Want to have a look after dinner?

Yeah.

Here we are... the flowers look so nice.

Is this the old man's headstone?

'In an endless snowfield—ah! There's the bloom of a nameless flower.'

'And my friend a-lies there, oh, and a-watches the snow come down.'

'Here ends my story. —Peary'

'Peary'?

Ah...

Mr. Peary... I met your team on the icefields.

I went 800m past where I found them. Next time, I'm sure I can go even deeper.

There was a friend with me. It was just the two of us, but I've made a lot of new friends. One of them, by the name of Aurora, is really interested in the icefields.

It all started when... I became interested in the icefields after hearing your song. Now I've reached a place that you and your team never did.

Thank you. I...

Magallan wanted to leave something behind, but all she found was the notebook she carries with her.

There are no difficult formulas, no deep insights, only a true record of her feelings out on the icefields, and simple sketches of the sights she saw.

She takes it out and places it on the flower field. The grass and flowers embrace it, and the breeze flips its pages open.