Thermal Array – 3: Research Drilling Station, High Arctic
❄️ The Storm: Day Two

The storm did not pass. It strengthened.

Through the second day, severe katabatic winds drove down from the heights, pummelling every surface, every line, and every anchor point.

The tents flexed continuously under the sustained force, snapping back and forth against their anchors as fabric and seams strained to their limits.

Small tears had begun to appear in the outer shells, while snow drifted and built up along the sides and across the roofs, adding further stress.

A sharp, whip-like crack sounded from just outside the main tent.

Thermal Array – 3: Research Drilling Station, High Arctic
❄️ The Storm: Day One

At 06:03, the storm hit.

There was no polite prelude, no gentle build-up. It was ferocious.

The first impact came not as a sound, but as force—a wall of moving air slamming into the camp hard enough to make the tents shudder violently against their anchors. The wind was immediately accompanied by snow, driven sideways in dense, blinding sheets.