Jökulsárlón
In the distance was a glimmer, a faint mirage of hope. Cold and wet to the touch, a treasure trove of diamonds reflect broken light. Uniquely crystalline from crest to trough, pieces of archaeology repeat an eternal dance with time. Delicately sculpted by each wave, matted against a black canvas, the temporary installation evolves with the tide. Scattered wreckage across the barren beach, silently morphing into indistinct droplets, a scene never to be seen again.