In a torn- up town with no postcode envy, a lone figure stands in the shadows, embodying the rebellion against opulence. The scene is drenched in muted, melancholic tones, where the contrast between decay and luxury is stark. Behind the figure, remnants of a once- glamorous life are scattered—gold teeth, Grey Goose bottles, and tattered ball gowns, all strewn across a dilapidated street. The moonlight reflects off a trashed hotel room visible in the background, where broken mirrors and shattered chandeliers hint at a life of excess now in ruins. The figure, draped in a dark cloak, stands beside a Cadillac, its polished surface contrasting with the surrounding decay, representing dreams that resist the reality of their surroundings. Neon signs flicker in the distance, casting a cold light on the scene, as jet planes roar overhead, reminding the figure of the life that doesn’t belong to them. The mood is one of defiance and quiet determination. The figure’s gaze is fixed on a distant horizon, where a new kind of royalty—one not defined by material wealth—is waiting to emerge. The air is thick with the scent of rebellion, as the figure prepares to step into a different kind of world, where dreams are the only currency that matters