The image settles into your eyes slowly—two massive tankers pressed side by side like silent arguments, their decks crowded with pipes, valves, and the dull geometry of energy infrastructure. Rust tones creep along their hulls, not decay exactly, more like memory etched into steel. Around them, smaller service vessels orbit with purpose, while the breakwater stretches across the horizon, holding back a calm sea that feels almost deceptive. It’s the kind of calm that only exists when something bigger is already in motion.