The quay. The hero frieze, standing still. Every tiny person on the quay is doing analytics: tallying, weighing, filtering the bots at the gate. At night the lamps come on and nobody moves an inch.
The coast. Pines on a granite shore, one red cottage, and a sailboat passing a skerry. After dark the cottage window and the masthead light are the only things awake.
The harbour. Three boathouses and a jetty at the edge of open water, boats tied up for the evening. A single lamp on the jetty for the dark version.
The village. The footer scene: a handful of houses on a rocky islet, ochre, grey, and Falu red, with a rowing boat below. Lit windows and their reflections at night.