A solitary figure in white robes stands beneath a streetlight on an eroding cone of earth. In her hands she cradles the spiral of an ammonite fossil as she stares up at the yellow light. There is barely any platform left to stand on as the peak descends in thin winding ridges, bare rock at the peak but mossy and green at the base of the eroded mountain. A heart on a chain dangles off the edge. The sky beyond billows in violent potential with the horizon painted a gradient of pale to vibrant orange. Land parts to sea in fractal-like tendrils, receding to black water except where it glistens green from light filtering through the storm front's edge.