Microexplorers Scaling An Egg

The glacial slope is tall, a vast and perilous globe It has been a whiteout for nearly three days now We do all we can with our equipment to maintain our footing The surface is so uncertain, but the summit is within reach 5 am, Thursday (?), We are awakened by an earthquake An intolerably loud crack, perhaps a large chunk of opaque ice falling into the sea Some sort of strange eclipse now, a great silver moon appears overhead And now---now a wall of molten yellow magma approaches us! I must stop writing and seek shelter, pray for us small men!