A lone tear drop of turquoise paint hangs suspended from the branch of a sentinel tree that gazes out upon a serene lake, its reflection a perfect mirror image of the leafy canopy above, where a single, glowing eye peers up from the water's edge, veiled by the wispy tendrils of a water lily, as the surrounding landscape of rolling hills and verdant forests stretches out to the distant, hazy horizon, where the silhouettes of rusted skyscrapers and crumbling architecture rise like ghostly sentinels from the earth, their surfaces etched with the dripping, iridescent hue of the paint's final, sheer, and luminous chords.