Brown coal 11.6 GW dominates the left third of the scene as a vast lignite power station complex with four hyperbolic cooling towers emitting thick white-grey steam plumes that merge into the overcast sky; natural gas 9.8 GW fills the centre-left as a row of combined-cycle gas turbine plants with tall slender exhaust stacks and visible heat shimmer rising from their outlets; hard coal 5.5 GW appears centre-right as a dark brick coal-fired station with a tall chimney and conveyor belts feeding fuel into the boiler house; biomass 4.6 GW is rendered as a mid-sized industrial plant with a wooden-chip storage dome and modest stack producing pale smoke, positioned right of centre; wind onshore 4.1 GW appears as a small cluster of three-blade turbines on a distant ridge to the far right, their rotors barely turning in the near-calm air; hydro 1.6 GW is a concrete dam with water spilling from its sluice gates in the far-right background valley; wind offshore 0.2 GW is suggested by a single tiny turbine silhouette on the far horizon. The time is 18:00 in mid-March — a dusk scene with a narrow band of deep burnt-orange glow clinging to the lower horizon line, rapidly giving way to a dark slate-grey overcast sky above; no stars visible through the total cloud cover. The landscape is early-spring central German — bare deciduous trees, patches of brown and pale green grass, cool 6 °C atmosphere with a sense of damp chill. The atmosphere is heavy, oppressive, and industrial, reflecting the extremely high electricity price: smog and steam hang low, sodium-orange streetlights flicker on along an access road, and the entire scene is bathed in a somber, brooding mood. Overhead high-voltage transmission lines with lattice steel pylons stretch across the composition from the border direction, symbolising the enormous import flows. Style: highly detailed oil painting in the tradition of 19th-century German Romantic landscape painters — rich dark colour palette of umber, slate, ochre, and burnt sienna; visible impasto brushwork; atmospheric depth with layers of industrial haze; meticulous engineering detail on every turbine nacelle, cooling tower, and stack; the grandeur and melancholy of Caspar David Friedrich meets the industrial sublime. No text, no labels.