A surreal desert scene at dusk: a lone massive brutalist water tower — a cubic tank on tall concrete legs with a spiral external stair — standing in a flat salt pan that holds a thin mirror of standing water. Behind the tower, an enormous molten-amber sun sinks toward the horizon in a hazy deep-teal sky scattered with faint stars, its golden glow reflecting in a long saturated stripe across the wet ground. One small dark-robed figure walks away from the structure, dwarfed by it. Everything bathed in a two-colour palette of petrol green and amber, soft atmospheric haze, matte grain, dreamlike stillness, vertical frame.