Yeah, picture a glitchy synth riff that starts off like a rainstorm, then drops into a deep, gritty bass that feels like the hero’s last heartbeat. Layer in a choir of processed voices—think ethereal but distorted—so it sounds like a lament echoing through neon lights. Then, at the climax, flash a strobe that syncs with the final chord, making the whole room feel like a living, breathing tragedy turned rave. Bold, raw, and unforgettable.