(Consider this a sort of holiday greeting card to coincide with the winter solstice. Originally I was going to do an image of a despairing soldier looking up at the snowy sky from a frozen hellscape, but I changed my mind, or at least saw that image defeated by my short attention span. This image will also be likely appearing next year in a printed anthology of dieselpunk artwork.)
Here we seen one of the passenger terminals by which tourists and a wide variety of other individuals get the first (and last) looks at the floating city. 2300 becomes 2000 by way of 1930, to be droll. Day and night have little concrete meaning here. Above the luminous clouds the afternoons stretch on for months, but here on Earth we'll soon begin our long march back to the sun.
It's been a difficult year for many of those close to me, and the new year will hopefully bring better fortune.