A lone, lithe luminary drifts through the sprawling, dust-choked ruins of a forgotten pleasure dome, their iridescent visor reflecting the pulsing neon underglow of alien advertisements and the distant, cold shimmer of a binary sunset. The scene is rendered in the distinctive, heavily textured, ink-wash style of Steve McDonald, with dramatic chiaroscuro lighting and a palette dominated by deep violets, electric blues, and gritty ochres.