The harbor warehouse lights up late in the evening, reflected in the water at the bottom of the fjord.

The harbor warehouse lights up late in the evening – reflected in the water at the very end of the fjord.
 Like a shining fortress against the night sky, the Havnelageret stands bathed in golden tones, a beacon of history and architecture in the city's skyline. The facade glows like a jewel, cast into the darkness, and is doubled in its reflection resting perfectly in the still water at the very end of the fjord.
 The pulse of the city has died down, but the light lives on – it is reflected in every detail, doubling in the night, an illusion of a fairyland where reality and reflection become one. Little stars of artificial light shine from the buildings, cranes and street lamps, as if trying to imitate the eternal glow of the sky.
 The harbor warehouse rests, but its presence is monumental. A symbol of the city's industrial history, now a reflection of both past and present, where light and shadow play their nocturnal game on the dark surface of the fjord.