There’s a World version of this thing that nations are trying to win right now. England may even win if they do better in shoutouts.

Barren and frozen, I'm a cold climate zone; some life exists, but mostly you are alone. Found in elevation, or close to the northern pole, this ice-cold wasteland can make you snowblind.

I am always in sight, but never reached. I mark the boundary between the known and the vast. Though I recede as you approach, I am where the sky meets the earth.

Beneath the waves I made my bed, yet legends keep me far from dead.

Once my towers touched the sky, now fish swim where they used to lie. Though many seek, few claim they’ve found, a city lost but still renowned.