Tanner hesitated for a moment, the eerie silence pressing in on him as he considered what might lie within. But the sun was sinking fast, and he needed refuge to survive the harsh Arctic night. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Inside the weather station, the air was thick with the scent of rust and decay. The dim light filtering through the frost-covered windows revealed a space that had long been forgotten. Old, rusted machinery lined the walls, their once-gleaming surfaces now dulled by years of neglect.