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.As the music swelled, the figure's body language shifted, their arms outstretched as if reaching for salvation. \"I'll face myself, to cross out what I've become,\" they declared with determination, as if ready to confront their darkest demons.
Style: Neon Punk