From within a primitive, hastily erected tent emanates a powerful, undulating golden-orange glow—its source, an invisible fire, is hidden deep inside; it moves organically, casting ever-shifting patterns of light and shadow. Thick, dense, hot steam billows out from beneath the tent’s flaps, interacting with the cold air.
In the foreground, a man—clad in a coarse, wet, vintage-style beige tunic...
