Prompt: The stage was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A figure stood in the center, bathed in a soft spotlight, their voice trembling with emotion as they sang their farewell.The spotlight intensified, illuminating the figure's face, revealing the lines etched by years of turmoil. They closed their eyes, their voice quivering, as if pleading for redemption. \"So let mercy come and wash away what I've done.\"
Style: Neon Punk