Powerlines.

Steel pylons march across the amber waves, their skeletal arms outstretched, carrying the hum of distant energy. Wheat fields ripple in the wind, a golden sea bowing to the industrial giants. Sunlight glints on taut wires, a network of power connecting the city to the heartland. Shadows stretch long and lean, tracing the geometry of progress across the fertile land. A lone hawk circles above, its keen eyes surveying the landscape, a silent witness to the uneasy alliance between nature and industry.