On a lonely bridge, a figure cries into the endless night. The sky burns in waves of orange and blood, and the world itself seems to scream ... style of Edvard Munch

On a lonely bridge, a figure cries into the endless night. The sky burns in waves of orange and blood, and the world itself seems to scream with them. Shadows stretch long across the waters, bending, trembling, alive with invisible terror. Every breath is anguish, every stroke a wound in the air." Painted ...