A dusky evening at a rural farm. The shot shows a series of large, derelict gangplows, shrouded by overgrown weeds, laid in a smudgy line towards the vanishing point of the frame. Far in the background, a dilapidated barn stands solitary, painted with flaky, faded red paint, almost merging into the muted sunset. There’s a stark contrast in lighting between the foreground and the background, the plows in silhouette while the barn just about catching the sun’s last rays. A large, gnarled tree frames the right side of the shot and far-off hills frame the left, creating a Claudio Bravo esque balance in the scene. From the sky, a Kalong – a giant flying fox, swoops down, briefly interrupting the tranquil panorama, drawing focus, adding movement, and disturbing the otherwise still space. The camera angle is low, cinematographically depicting the imposing character of the seemingly indifferent farming tools. The scene feels haunted, resonating abandonment from everything human and resonating only echoes of a once-bustling farm life.