“They Are Coming” unfolds like a grand procession of humanity—an ocean of figures moving together toward a place of gathering, meaning, or renewal. Cloaked in garments of every color—sunlit yellows, earth reds, sea blues—the crowd becomes a living tapestry, each person a single thread woven into the vast story of community. Their silhouettes rise like waves, cresting toward the simple house glowing with golden light, a beacon calling them home.

In the distance, layered hills dotted with round huts fade into luminous blues and purples, creating a dreamlike landscape that feels both ancient and eternal. Sacred structures and carved gateways watch from the horizon, symbols of heritage, continuity, and the unseen forces that guide collective journeys. Every element—the misty atmosphere, the shimmering water, the soft textures—seems to whisper that this gathering is not merely physical, but spiritual.

The figures move with purpose yet without urgency, unified by something deeper than destination: a shared ancestry, a communal rhythm carried across generations. Their faceless silhouettes remind us that identity is universal; each of us could be among them.

In “They Are Coming,” the message is profound yet gentle: when people move together with intention—toward light, toward tradition, toward belonging—they become more than a crowd. They become a collective heartbeat, a testament to unity, hope, and the enduring pull of community.