A city drowns slowly inside the lower bulb of an hourglass the size of a cathedral, its towers submerged in sand that flows like dark water, streetlights still glowing faintly beneath the surface. In the upper bulb, empty and cracked, a single child stands looking down through the narrow glass neck at the buried world below, unable to reach it. The glass itself is fractured in one long diagonal line that never quite breaks. Outside the hourglass, the void is a flat, endless charcoal black, giving the entire structure the isolated gravity of a relic in a museum after everything else has ended. Cool desaturated blues and grays against the faint gold glow of buried streetlights, symmetrical framing, elegiac tone, surrealism in service of loss and inevitability.