A long, impossibly long line of identical, faceless soldiers in space suits, all clutching identical, bland-looking ration tins. They are marching towards a massive, imposing, industrial-looking spaceship. The perspective is from the back of the line, showing its infinite length and the crushing monotony. One soldier at the front has a single, small, wilted flower stuck to his helmet as a small act of defiance. Style: high-contrast, a bit gritty and industrial, monochromatic with a single splash of color on the flower.