Prometheus defies the gods and delivers the sacred fire to humanity

Prompt:  A rough, slightly shaky handheld shot on a 24mm lens at dawn, smoky reds and oranges coloring the horizon. Prometheus — rugged, with soot-smeared skin, fierce eyes, wrapped in scorched furs — stands on a craggy rock outcrop holding a flickering ember in his palm. He leans into the camera with a wild grin and raspy voice, declaring: “Hey fam. Just dropped humanity a little something. Fire’s free now. Let’s see what they do with it.” Behind him: the distant glow of primitive villages beginning to spark flames, startled eagles circling above, ash drifting in the morning wind. Shot in a raw, rebellious, cinematic style — like a protest artist’s impromptu confessional.