A wounded shark swims through the debris-strewn waters of a war-torn city, its body a distorted yet majestic sight amidst the devastation, clad in a tattered ancient Roman helmet and dented gold armor now oxidized to a deep crimson hue, while its once-bright scales are dulled by the surrounding murk, the shark's fierce gaze meets the viewer's as it swims through the wreckage of a destroyed marble arch, both the shark and the architecture shrouded in a misty cyan-blue hue, the water around it alive with the flickering lights of flares, the war-torn streets and buildings reflected eerily on the rippling surface as the shark glides closer to a row of salt-crisped hulks of what was once a vibrant marketplace, tiny bodies of both the living and the dead flickering in various states of life support, fleeing or being pursued or already gone, a Titian-inspired tear in one eye of the shark adds to the catastrophe-ridden scene, blown out lamps with entrapped sparks scatter throughout.