A chubby graffiti artist walks through an underlit, rundown cityscape, a backpack brimming with spray cans clinking softly as he shuffles. The camera follows from behind at a low angle, capturing the worn-out buildings towering over him on both sides – their bricks a faded, dirty sort of red. An old poster clings to one, a forgotten tribute to a once-popular musician. As the artist approaches a vast, blank brick wall with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck, we see him set up his stencil, his silhouette striking against the dim alleyway. He starts to spray a large, vibrant mural, each stroke meticulously lit to showcase the details. The camera pans out, revealing the artwork bit by bit until we see a full-blown homage to the musician from the poster, the colors gaudy and bright among the monotonous city scene. Slowly, the focus shifts from the harsh, highly defined bricks to the artist – his clothes stained with paint streaks.