Prompt: The soldier watched on from the hilltop, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement as the city lay in ruins before him. The deafening sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears, each explosion setting off a chain reaction in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in witnessing the downfall of yet another symbol of oppressive authority, as the city turned to rubble beneath his feet. The smoldering remnants of buildings and the acrid stench of smoke were a reminder of the inherent flaws in the capitalist system, and the futility of any effort to maintain law and order. As he took in the scene before him, the soldier couldn't help but think that there was a certain beauty in the destruction - a beauty born out of the flames of rebellion, anarchy, and revolution. (alex andreev, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov)