The Missing Boy had always been fascinated by glaciers. Since the day he was born in the middle of a volcanic desert, he wandered among huge cacti in blindness because of the sunlight, longing for a winter that would never arrive.
Up rib of rock, down spine of stone…he practiced the art of listening until he could hear the pulse of lava slipping under the ground, the snakes crawling and the bones cracking in the sand. He only opened his eyes at dusk, to stare at the nocturnal sky and walk towards a different land with frozen landscapes, guided by the stars. He walked for ages without stopping until he reached the border of his territory. An abyss of endless depth appeared in front of him. Pam watched him from other side before a vast plain of permafrost. Weary of endless nights and coldness, Pam longed to leave her shelter and feel the heat of the sun.
Although she managed to cross the abyss, her body couldn´t resist high temperatures and she was forced to crawl back to cold. She has lived on the border since then, always staring at the desert. The Missing Boy also tried to break on through to the other side but Pam shouted at him and warned him not to do so, afraid he would freeze before he could reach the other side.
 The Missing Boy tried his best to describe the desert landscapes to Pam and came up with an idea. He collected animal skins, bones, pebbles and sticks and turned them into instruments to reproduce and amplify the desert sounds of his memories. In this way, he was able to share the desert with Pam. She was enchanted by notes, and could see warm and dusty images of reptiles in the music. Pam wished to share her glacial coldness with the Missing Boy, and sent roaring night winds and sounds of the whispering snow across the abyss to the Missing Boy. 
Their sounds mixed and merged. The Missing Boy loved to imitate the cracking of the ice with his dry bones and Pam enjoyed becoming the Lizardqueen and imaging herself surrounded by desert lizards. This way, musical landscapes gently filled the abyss between their two worlds and created a frontier kingdom known as biastral.”

The Missing Boy had always been fascinated by glaciers. Since the day he was born in the middle of a volcanic desert, he wandered among huge cacti in blindness because of the sunlight, longing for a winter that would never arrive.

Up rib of rock, down spine of stone…he practiced the art of listening until he could hear the pulse of lava slipping under the ground, the snakes crawling and the bones cracking in the sand. He only opened his eyes at dusk, to stare at the nocturnal sky and walk towards a different land with frozen landscapes, guided by the stars. He walked for ages without stopping until he reached the border of his territory. An abyss of endless depth appeared in front of him. Pam watched him from other side before a vast plain of permafrost. Weary of endless nights and coldness, Pam longed to leave her shelter and feel the heat of the sun.

Although she managed to cross the abyss, her body couldn´t resist high temperatures and she was forced to crawl back to cold. She has lived on the border since then, always staring at the desert. The Missing Boy also tried to break on through to the other side but Pam shouted at him and warned him not to do so, afraid he would freeze before he could reach the other side.

 The Missing Boy tried his best to describe the desert landscapes to Pam and came up with an idea. He collected animal skins, bones, pebbles and sticks and turned them into instruments to reproduce and amplify the desert sounds of his memories. In this way, he was able to share the desert with Pam. She was enchanted by notes, and could see warm and dusty images of reptiles in the music. Pam wished to share her glacial coldness with the Missing Boy, and sent roaring night winds and sounds of the whispering snow across the abyss to the Missing Boy. 

Their sounds mixed and merged. The Missing Boy loved to imitate the cracking of the ice with his dry bones and Pam enjoyed becoming the Lizardqueen and imaging herself surrounded by desert lizards. This way, musical landscapes gently filled the abyss between their two worlds and created a frontier kingdom known as biastral.”

BRINICLE, “AN ICE FINGER OF DEATH”

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Brinicle = brine (agua salada)  + icicle (estalactita)

Es una columna de hielo que se forma bajo  la superficie congelada del mar, cuando un chorro de agua salina extremadamente fría se introduce en el océano, convirtiéndose en el equivalente subacuático de una estalactita.

En el momento de su creación, un brinicle se asemeja a un tubo de hielo que sale desde la parte inferior de  la superficie helada del mar. A medida que el hielo se acumula, las paredes del brinicle se hacen más gruesas y estables.

El hielo continuará viajando en dirección descendente hasta alcanzar su punto límite de profundidad. Si se dan las condiciones apropiadas, el brinicle podría llegar a deslizarse por el fondo marino y cualquier criatura, ya sea estrella o erizo de mar, quedaría atrapada en esta red de hielo en expansión y permanecer inmóvil hasta morir por congelación.

¿Queréis ver un brinicle en acción?

biastral

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The Missing Boy siempre había sentido fascinación por los glaciares. Nacido en mitad de un desierto volcánico, vagaba entre enormes cactus, cegado por el sol, anhelando un invierno que nunca llegaba. Costilla de roca arriba, espina de piedra abajo, su oído se agudizó hasta ser capaz de escuchar las pulsaciones de la lava bajo el suelo, el reptar de las serpientes o el crujido de los huesos esparcidos por la arena. Sólo abría los ojos al atardecer para contemplar el cielo nocturno y, guiado por los astros, dirigir su camino hacia otros mundos de tierras heladas. Tras mucho tiempo sin detenerse, exhausto, llegó a los confines de su territorio. Un abismo de profundidad infinita se abría ante él. Al otro lado divisó a Pam por primera vez, observándolo desde una vasta llanura de permafrost. Hastiada de noches interminables y hielo, Pam quería salir de su refugio y sentir el calor de la luz. Pero cuando logró cruzar la línea, su cuerpo no resistió las altas temperaturas y arrastrándose regresó al frío. Desde entonces vivía en la frontera, mirando siempre hacia el desierto. The Missing Boy también intentó cruzar el vacío pero a gritos, Pam le advirtió que su cuerpo podría congelarse si lograba traspasar el umbral.
Intentando describir los paisajes que uno y otro querían conocer, The Missing Boy tuvo una idea: reunió toda clase de pieles, huesos, piedras, palos, y construyó instrumentos que pudieran reproducir y amplificar los sonidos guardados en su memoria para que Pam sintiera como sería una vida en el desierto. Hechizada por las notas, las imágenes cálidas y polvorientas, llenas de reptiles, desfilaban frente a sus ojos. Pam quiso entonces enseñarle a sentir el frío glacial y no le quedó más remedio que aprovechar las vientos polares para que su voz llegase hasta él, mientras imitaba el rugido del vendaval en la oscuridad o el susurro de la nieve al caer.
Los sonidos comenzaron a superponerse y mezclarse entre sí. A The Missing Boy le gustaba imitar el crujir de los hielos con sus huesos secos y a Pam, transformase en The Lizardqueen y rodearse de lagartos del desierto en sus cantos. Y los paisajes musicales fueron ocupando, poco a poco, el abismo entre ambos mundos, creando un reino fronterizo de contrastes sonoros al que llamaron biastral.