Looks like the river decided to accessorize with some machinery.

The machinery floated there like an alien visitor—a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the river. Its sharp lines and towering structure seemed out of place among the soft curves of nature, yet it commanded attention. I wondered if it ever felt lonely out there, tethered to its purpose while the water whispered past it endlessly. The trees on the far bank stood indifferent, their shadows growing longer as the sun dipped lower. A few birds darted through the air above it, as if trying to figure out what this strange guest was doing in their domain. The scene felt oddly poetic; industry and nature sharing a moment of quiet coexistence.