Wind onshore 23.6 GW dominates the right two-thirds of the scene as vast ranks of three-blade turbines on lattice towers stretching across rolling hills deep into the distance, rotors visibly spinning in the strong breeze; wind offshore 6.2 GW appears as a distant cluster of larger turbines on the far-right horizon above a dark sliver of sea; brown coal 4.2 GW occupies the left foreground as a pair of massive hyperbolic cooling towers with thick white steam plumes rising into the night sky, lit from below by amber industrial sodium lights; biomass 3.9 GW sits left of centre as a modest wood-fired plant with a small stack emitting thin grey exhaust, surrounded by stacked timber; natural gas 2.8 GW appears centre-left as a compact CCGT facility with a single tall exhaust stack and a faint heat shimmer; hydro 1.6 GW is suggested by a small illuminated dam structure nestled in a valley in the mid-ground; hard coal 0.9 GW is a single smaller smokestack near the brown coal complex. The sky is completely dark, deep navy-to-black, no twilight, no sky glow — it is midnight. Heavy cloud cover at 79% obscures the stars almost entirely, with only the faintest break revealing a sliver of dark sky. No moonlight penetrates. All illumination comes from sodium-orange streetlights along a country road in the foreground, the warm industrial glow of the power plants, and small red aviation warning lights atop turbine nacelles dotting the darkness. The atmosphere feels heavy and slightly oppressive, hinting at the elevated electricity price. Spring vegetation — lush green grass and leafy deciduous trees — is barely visible in the artificial light, appropriate for a mild 13°C June night. Painted in the style of a highly detailed 19th-century German Romantic oil painting — rich, dark palette of Prussian blue, lamp black, and warm amber; thick visible brushwork in the steam plumes and clouds; meticulous engineering detail on every turbine nacelle, cooling tower rib, and CCGT exhaust stack; atmospheric depth achieved through layered darkness receding toward the horizon. No text, no labels.