A white long-legged bird standing beside it, at its own true size and photoreal with every hair or feather barb held sharp, pale and naturalistic and cool throughout, its warmth given over to the ribbon. One ribbon of marbled iridescent liquid runs a channel winding through the field — amber and green marbled, swirled wet-in-wet and glowing from inside — and it is the only warm thing and the brightest thing in the frame. Everything else is left completely alone: a dense mounded violet-blue bloom field running to both edges, a dark ridge across the top, a narrow band of pale sky. Soft even dusk, the sky a narrow pale band at the top and the land below it dark, the light shadowless. The field dense and lumpy, the ribbon's surface smooth and marbled. The frame empty of people. Quietly supernatural, and the animal unbothered.