Dear… London?

We aren’t sure where to send this, actually.

We thought it was just another volcanic eruption. A mound rose and cracked open with fire. Point after point of fire, a ridge of it.

But then it got strange—the whole ridge reared up, shook, pushed itself up on giant fiery limbs. The points of flame now stretched vertically, a titanic spine.

We feared the creature would ravage our cities, but it strode right over Reykjavik and into the sea. It sniffed the air with a crackling black maw, and headed southeast into the ocean, water boiling behind it.

So beware, cities of Europe. The creature hungers for more than we could provide.

Love,

Iceland