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ArtistA prophet brought a guitar to the revolution. It had two strings, three stickers, and no market value. Everyone laughed until the empire discovered none of this could be monetized.
In a wide shot, a grizzled, unkempt man with a long beard stands in the center of an old, cobblestone town square, holding a worn acoustic guitar adorned with peace signs and "REVOLT" and "NO MORE WAR" stickers. He wears a tattered, light brown tunic and a dark vest, his gaze intense and direct, as if looking into the camera. On his left, a crowd of diverse young adults, dressed in casual, worn clothing like denim jackets and patched jeans, laugh and cheer with open mouths, some pointing towards the right. Behind them, graffiti like "THE EMPIRE" is visible on stone buildings with balconies. To the man's right, a line of uniformed officers in dark military attire with gold braiding, medals, and white gloves stand sternly, some holding batons. The golden hour light bathes the scene, highlighting the textures of the old buildings and the expressions of the people.
