Expedition Pyro
The volcanologists of Expedition Pyro had spent years chasing eruptions, yet fate seemed determined to keep them one step behind. Funding was always scarce, the best data always belonged to someone else, and when they finally reached the foot of Mount Callisto, a long-dormant giant showing signs of life, their sensors failed, their permits were questioned, and a rival team arrived with better equipment.
“This is unfair,” grumbled Reyes, kicking at the ashy ground. “Every time we get close, something goes wrong.”
Dr. Liana, the team’s unshakable leader, only smiled. “Unfair?” she mused. “Was it unfair when we were the first to detect Callisto’s tremors? When we escaped that landslide last year? When we found each other, despite everything?”
Reyes frowned, but the others exchanged knowing glances. Their struggles had been relentless, but so had their victories. The world owed them nothing but if they kept moving, kept working, kept learning, maybe, just maybe, they could earn a moment where everything aligned.
Just then, the ground trembled. Callisto was waking. And suddenly, their luck didn’t seem so bad after all.
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