massive, biomechanical cityscape stretches beneath a sickly sky, its twisted spires a blend of organic and mechanical, pulsing with qu4ntum energy. Simple Plan plays atop a crumbling rooftop, their instruments distorted by qu4ntum forces — guitars shaped like skeletal remains, drums humming with low vibrations. The band members, cybernetically enhanced, glow faintly with qu4ntum light, their music warping the air. The sound reverberates through the city, mixing with the eerie hum of nearby propellers and the flapping of flags in the toxic breeze. Shadows shift in the streets below as strange creatures with glowing eyes emerge, drawn to the music’s qu4ntum vibrations. Above, the city’s twisted structures pulse with qu4ntum energy, veins of light coursing through them. The scene is bathed in strange light, the city casting long shadows across the platform as the boundary between time, space, and sound dissolves. The contrast of high- tech qu4ntum technology against a decaying, dystopian backdrop creates a chaotic harmony, the city alive with the energy of rebellion and qu4ntum distortion. The music surges, an anthem in a world where everything, from the technology to the air itself, hums with qu4ntum power