The Scream.

I was walking along a path with two friends, the sun was setting, suddenly the sky turned blood red.

I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence, there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city. My friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

Edvard Munch, 1893