Dawn Reporters Jungle Overgrowth City Hall

Thick emerald vines swallow the lower half of the stone steps leading up to the Xian government building, their glossy leaves against the pale concrete. Reporters in dark suits stand waist-deep in the sudden foliage, their faces illuminated by harsh white floodlights that cut through the hazy dawn horizon. Broadcast cables snake across the foreground, tangled with hanging vines and scattered paper notices pinned to green stems. The dry season air is visible as a thin, golden haze near the ground where the low sun strikes. Concrete pillars rise on the left, partially wrapped in climbing greenery, while the crowd remains clustered in a tight group against the impossible vegetation. One vine leaf rests on a reporter's shoulder.