That feels like a bittersweet city dream, like walking through an old, weathered courtyard under a sky that suddenly bursts into neon stars. I’m picturing warm, cracked reds and ochres on the bricks, fading into a cool, electric blue or magenta glow from the constellations. It’s nostalgic yet fresh, like a memory painted in high‑contrast night‑light. Maybe play with a soft grainy overlay to hint at time passing, and a subtle glimmer on the neon to keep the sky alive. It’ll be a bittersweet, almost cinematic feel—just make sure the light doesn’t overwhelm the weathered texture.