In a dystopian nightmare, a humanized bull stands at the center of chaos, clutching a smoking Kalashnikov, its barrel glowing faintly from relentless use. Blood smears its trembling hands and streaks its face, splattering its ragged shirt, where the faded remnants of a spray- painted Red Bull logo are barely visible beneath the gore. At its hooves, the broken body of a lamb lies drenched in crimson, blood pooling like a grotesque mirror of the violence overhead. Through the distortion of a Panavision Prime Cine Optics 12mm fisheye lens, the bull’s dominating figure looms, the warped background swirling into a surreal, apocalyptic dreamscape. Neon lights stutter against shattered concrete walls, smeared with graffiti and fresh blood. The cracked ground glistens with viscera, reflecting the fractured chaos as spent casings litter the ground like broken teeth. Twisted slogans writhe across the walls, punctuated by the echoes of distant screams and the mechanical clatter of the gun’s reload. The bull’s chest heaves as it grips the rifle, its human- like eyes blazing with a volatile mix of rage, despair, and dark triumph. Sirens wail faintly in the distance, drowned by the distorted bass- heavy hum of war and destruction. The lamb’s lifeless form, silent and splayed, contrasts with the violent frenzy, amplifying the surreal horror. Both executioner and victim, the bull embodies rebellion and ruin, each bullet a visceral scream in a crumbling, unforgiving world