A surreal cityscape rendered in flowing watercolor and ink spreads across a canvas of mist and metal. Skyscrapers shimmer in soft brushed silver, their forms broken and reassembled into gothic echoes—windows like hollow eyes, rooftops bristling with delicate ironwork. Interwoven through the steel skeletons are streaks of walnut brown, like veins of old wood clinging to modernity. Rain has just fallen, and ink-bleed reflections pool on worn stone streets. A lone towering structure dominates the skyline—an imposing silhouette wrapped in fog, its spire vanishing into the clouds. Birds in chaotic motion scatter across the sky, dissolving into abstract lines as they ascend. The composition breathes mystery, with negative space and delicate line work creating a sense of both expansion and isolation. Every brushstroke feels deliberate, fragile yet bold, blending the ancient techniques of East Asian ink painting with a contemporary, dystopian dream.