Terrain mounded into close-packed domes filling the whole frame, every dome's surface in fine leaf-scale ribbing radiating from each crown so the mass reads as one material rather than as a landscape. The domes meet still black water on a hard line at the bottom. Pale chalky desaturated colour throughout, bright even light, the mid-tones held down and the shadows still deep. Soft even dusk, the sky a narrow pale band at the top and the land below it dark, the light shadowless, the ribbing doing all the modelling under shadowless light. The ribbing dense to every edge, the foot flat and calm. The frame empty of people. Lush to the point of airlessness.