A turtle with a denim vest and flaming shell stands front and center of a post-apocalyptic rock battlefield, surrounded by wrecked amps and scorched instruments. Its face is hyper-detailed, a mix of snarl and ecstasy, mouth wide, teeth bared, and sunglasses crooked as it screams into a mic. Around it, the sky is tinted blood-orange, with spotlights cutting through ash clouds like a rock warzone. The composition is heavily stylized: angled lines, dramatic shadows, and lens flare worthy of an action movie poster. Every detail—the patch-covered vest, cracked stage tiles, and flickering stage signs—adds texture to a world of gritty absurdity. The visual tone is both epic and ironic, portraying a rock hero who is larger-than-life yet hilariously flawed.