A minimalistic contrast oil painting style.
On an immense salt flat at twilight, a lone horseman in a long black coat reins in his dark horse and gazes toward the horizon. There, the edge of the world itself has begun to melt: a city of liquid gold, sapphire, and molten amber skyscrapers rises and collapses endlessly, each building dripping downward only to reform higher and brighter. The salt flat mirrors everything in crystalline perfection, so the horseman’s reflection rides in the opposite direction, toward an identical melting city that hangs beneath the earth. Between the two horizons (one real, one reflected), there is only the faint sound of wind and the soft creak of leather as rider and horse stand motionless, suspended forever at the border where reality learns how to dream.
