A wind you can only see where something stands in its way
The solar wind streams across the frame, and the two largest things in the piece are never drawn: the sun is a bearing off-frame, and the planet is the shape the wind bends around — a standing shock, a boundary it cannot cross, and an airglow limb along the bottom that lights up only where particles rain onto it. You are a third field, small enough to comb the wind into a pocket of calm around your hand.