Brown coal 9.3 GW dominates the left third of the scene as a dense cluster of massive hyperbolic cooling towers with thick white-grey steam plumes rising into a dark, oppressive evening sky; natural gas 6.7 GW occupies the centre-left as three compact CCGT plants with tall single exhaust stacks emitting thin heat shimmer; hard coal 4.1 GW appears centre-right as a gritty power station with conveyor belts and a single large smokestack; wind onshore 6.8 GW stretches across the right third as a line of tall three-blade turbines on lattice towers turning slowly in light breeze; wind offshore 1.6 GW is barely visible on the far-right horizon as tiny turbine silhouettes over a distant sea line; biomass 3.9 GW is represented by a medium-sized plant with a wood-chip silo and modest chimney, nestled between the coal and gas plants; hydro 1.7 GW appears as a small concrete dam with water spilling in the mid-ground right; solar 3.0 GW is shown as a field of aluminium-framed crystalline silicon panels in the foreground catching the last remnants of low-angle reddish light. Time is 20:00 Berlin midsummer — the sky is deeply darkening, transitioning from a narrow band of hot burnt-orange glow pressed along the far horizon to a heavy, dark navy-blue overhead, nearly night but with the faintest residual twilight. The atmosphere feels heavy and oppressive, hazy with residual 31°C heat — humid air distorts the industrial lights beginning to glow sodium-yellow across the facilities. Lush green summer vegetation — full-canopy deciduous trees, tall grass — frames the foreground, slightly wilted in the heat. Rendered as a highly detailed oil painting in the tradition of 19th-century German Romantic landscape painting — rich, saturated colour, visible confident brushwork, deep atmospheric perspective, dramatic chiaroscuro between the glowing industrial facilities and the darkening sky. Each technology rendered with meticulous engineering accuracy: turbine nacelles, three-blade rotors, cooling tower parabolic curves, CCGT exhaust geometry. The mood is sublime and brooding — an industrial landscape burdened by extraordinary demand. No text, no labels.