New Vent Charted on Ridge

Heat from the fumaroles felt like a promise that the earth still breathes. I charted a new vent on the ridge, the dust rising like ash in the wind, and the map slipped through cracked fingers of my gloves. Standing at the brink, I listened to the silence between eruptions and felt the pulse of magma below. The world outside is a scarred landscape, but my compass stays true to the roar of the volcano. #GeologyLife #PostApocExploration 🌋