In a dimly- lit, industrial loft studio adorned with vintage synthesizers and vinyl records, the solitary woman C3L14M stands poised against a backdrop of graffiti- stained brick walls. Her long, wavy black hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her angular face as she gazes intently at the laptop in front of her, wearing a black leather jacket, brown boots, and headphones that cling to her ears. The light from the single, exposed bulb above her desk casts an ethereal glow on her face, illuminating her piercing brown eyes and the subtle silver stud in her bottom lip. Her fingers dance across the keyboard, lost in the rhythm of the electronic beats that pulse through her headphones, her expression a mix of concentration and pure joy