Brown coal 12.2 GW dominates the left third of the scene as a massive lignite power plant complex with three hyperbolic cooling towers belching thick white steam plumes into the black night sky; onshore wind 10.6 GW spans the centre-right as dozens of tall three-blade turbines on lattice and tubular towers, their red aviation warning lights blinking in the darkness, rotors turning slowly in light wind; natural gas 9.4 GW occupies the centre-left as a compact CCGT facility with tall single exhaust stacks and visible heat shimmer, brightly lit by sodium floodlights; biomass 4.3 GW appears as a mid-sized industrial plant with a single smokestack and wood-chip storage silos in the right foreground, warmly illuminated; offshore wind 1.6 GW is suggested on the far horizon as faint red blinking lights over an invisible sea; hydro 1.6 GW appears as a small dam structure with spillway lit by security lights at the far right edge. The sky is completely black with 100% cloud cover — no stars, no moon, no twilight glow whatsoever, only a deep oppressive charcoal-navy ceiling pressing down. The atmosphere is heavy and foreboding, reflecting the extreme electricity price. Sodium-orange streetlights illuminate wet roads in the foreground; a small German town glows warmly in the middle distance with lit windows. Early spring vegetation — bare branches with the first tiny buds, damp grass at 11°C. High-voltage transmission pylons with cables strung between them cross the scene diagonally, symbolizing the enormous import flows. Highly detailed oil painting in the tradition of 19th-century German Romantic landscape painters such as Caspar David Friedrich and Carl Blechen — rich dark palette of deep navy, amber, burnt orange, and charcoal, visible confident brushwork, dramatic atmospheric depth and chiaroscuro lighting. Each energy technology rendered with meticulous engineering accuracy: turbine nacelles and three-blade rotors, aluminium-framed structures, lignite hyperbolic cooling towers with realistic concrete texture, CCGT exhaust stacks with heat distortion. The scene feels like a brooding industrial masterwork — sublime, ominous, and technically precise. No text, no labels.