Brown coal 11.0 GW dominates the left third of the scene as a massive lignite power station with four hyperbolic cooling towers emitting thick steam plumes lit from below by amber sodium lights; wind onshore 8.8 GW fills the centre-right as dozens of three-blade turbines on lattice towers stretching across rolling hills, red aviation warning lights blinking on nacelles; hard coal 5.1 GW appears centre-left as a conventional coal plant with tall rectangular boiler houses and a single large chimney trailing grey smoke; natural gas 3.8 GW sits in the mid-ground as a compact CCGT facility with a slender exhaust stack and visible heat shimmer; biomass 3.7 GW is rendered as a timber-clad industrial building with a short smokestack and stacked wood-chip storage bays; wind offshore 2.0 GW appears as a distant row of turbines on the far-right horizon above a faintly visible sea line; hydro 1.0 GW is a small dam structure with water gleaming faintly in the lower right corner. The hour is 04:00 — the sky is completely dark, deep navy to black, no twilight, no sky glow, only artificial illumination from facility lights, orange sodium streetlamps along access roads, and glowing control-room windows. The atmosphere is heavy and oppressive, reflecting a high electricity price — low thick clouds at 81% cover press down on the scene, faintly illuminated from below by industrial light, creating a claustrophobic ceiling. Temperature is mild at 15.7°C; early-autumn vegetation — still green but with hints of yellowing — is barely visible in pools of artificial light. Wind turbine blades show gentle rotation consistent with 10 km/h wind. Style: highly detailed oil painting in the tradition of 19th-century German Romantic landscape painters such as Caspar David Friedrich and Carl Blechen — rich, moody colour palette of deep indigo, amber, and slate grey; visible impasto brushwork; atmospheric depth with mist clinging to valleys; meticulous engineering detail on every turbine nacelle, cooling tower rib, and smokestack. The painting conveys the sublime weight of industrial infrastructure labouring through the predawn darkness. No text, no labels.