4LY554, In a surreal, post- apocalyptic setting under the celestial glow of a blood- red sun, a woman with disheveled black hair and a few strands of brown woven into it, adorns a vintage sweater adorned with frayed edges and an intricate pattern of wildflowers. Her long, windswept locks cascade down her back like dark waves against the desolate, sandy landscape. She sits on a worn- out, cushioned airplane seat, the remnants of the aircraft's interior serving as a makeshift couch. A single, tattered pillow rests against her shoulder, and she clutches a piece of fabric with a seatbelt buckle that serves as a makeshift belt around her waist. Her eyes are filled with determination and resilience as she gazes off into the distance, the wind gently blowing her hair across her face, leaving a trail of shadows cast by the eerie red light filtering through the shattered cockpit window behind her