6R4C134, In a gritty, neo- noir cityscape at twilight, the woman with raven- black hair, her eyes reflecting the last remnants of sunset, stands alone against a graffiti- laden brick wall, her face partially obscured by the shadows cast from an angled streetlight. She dons a white shirt, untucked and billowing slightly, revealing intricate tattoos snaking up her arms, and clutches a vintage microphone in one hand as she sings a haunting melody, her voice echoing through the empty alleyway, leaving the audience hanging on every note, capturing a poignant moment of raw emotion and vulnerability