The first drawing captures the moment of arrival — a silent fleet gliding beneath the moon, their oars cutting the black sea like blades. The sails, dark against the stars, seem almost spectral, carrying the intent of men who believed themselves destined to conquer. The viewer feels both awe and foreboding: the calm before fire, the breath before the scream. The harbor’s still water mirrors the city’s innocence, moments from being shattered.


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