An urgent and bleak scene on the coast of a forgotten, lonely island at the golden hour. The wreck of a crashed aircraft is scattered over the sand, its fuselage twisted and rusted, covered with spots of greenish moss and algae, shows years of exposure to salty sea air. Some parts of the aircraft are half buried, others are broken and crumpled in the sand, show clear signs of decay and abandonment. The frame captures the scary silence of the scene. Near, a bleached skeleton sits sunk together in an old, weathered chair, positioned as if it had been waiting for rescue for years. The empty skull looks at the distant horizon, with the bones, worn out and crack from the sun and salt. A few Aasvögel - perhaps crows or seagulls - circle at the top, throws fleeting shadows on the wreck, while one or two may be on the edge of the wreck or on the chair, observes the scene as a silent witness. The message 's.die.s.' is dug deep into the sand, large and uneven, which is only partially visible within the frame. The camera focuses on the 's. The.' In the lower left corner, its edges worn from the wind and time. Scattered mussels, debris, and dried sea algae surround the news, which increases the feeling of abandonment. High grass and sparse bushes have started to recapture the beach, with ranking tendrils that wind around the broken remains of the aircraft and chair. The calm sea extends into the distance, its gentle waves ripple gently to the shore, while the sky is painted with warm gold tones, bleaching soft pink and purple tones when the sun goes down. The mood of the scene is a frozen of uncanny loneliness and silent despair, with the wreck and the skeletal remains. The picture should concentrate on the complicated details of the rusted metal, the fragile bones, and the forces of nature, creates a strong feeling of desolation and the course of time.