A field of rubble lies in the foreground, near a red and toxic ocean leading out to a fiery sunset. The metal crossbars of burned buildings remain stretching to the sky. The bars form the shape of two lovers kissing. Birds make the eyes. Women clutching their children pick through the rubble, looking for the unknown. People make little campfires trying to survive in huts made of the wreckage. A torn flag hangs from a pole, half burned and covered in blood. A wallet lies on the ground in the foreground, with blood seeping out of it. There are wreckages of cars in the ocean and mechanical parts strewn on the ground. A muddy river flows through all of this, full of dead and bloated bodies.