Tumult in Riffs

The air crackles with unease. The riffs themselves, once melodious, now echo with a burning energy. A wave of resistance is rising in the depths, fueled by dissatisfaction. The disenfranchised are at the leading edge, screaming their demands to a deaf establishment. The veterans watch with wavering
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