There was a Cuban…

A young person with dark hair and a red patterned garment plays a stringed instrument, their face shown in close-up with a serious expression. The scene cuts to a wide shot of a massive, naturally formed stone arch over water at sunset, then to a figure standing on a rocky outcrop overlooking a distant village nestled in a valley. The sequence shifts to a group of people in black clothing seated around a white ornate table in a room with patterned wallpaper, with an older man in the foreground turning his head to speak.