The hum of the engine was a constant companion as Lukas Weber, a German pilot, scanned the endless white below. He was tasked with an unusual mission, guarding a secret facility hidden in the remote northern reaches of Greenland. The isolation was oppressive, and the stillness of the landscape only heightened his unease.

Lukas blinked, his heart pounding in his chest as he circled the area again. "Impossible," he muttered, gripping the controls tightly. The facility was gone, as if erased from existence. Panic threatened to overtake him, but he forced himself to remain calm.

Lukas knew what this meant. Reporting the base as captured was a risk, but admitting the truth could lead to accusations of desertion or worse. The icy wind howled outside, mirroring the turmoil inside his mind.

Lukas took a deep breath, his voice steady as he relayed his report. "Base captured. No survivors," he said, the words heavy on his tongue. It was a lie, but one he hoped would buy him time to uncover the truth.

Lukas sat on the edge of his bunk, staring out at the endless snow. He couldn't shake the feeling that something far beyond his understanding had occurred. "What really happened out there?" he wondered aloud, the question echoing in the stillness.

Determined, Lukas knew he couldn't rest until he solved the mystery. The cold, unyielding land held its secrets well, but he was ready to face whatever lay hidden beneath the snow.