The wall’s neon swirl isn’t just a splash of color—it’s a living echo of the river’s own pulse. Back in the day, when the river was a bustling trade route, a group of rebellious artisans would paint along the stone to remind the merchants that commerce wasn’t the only rhythm in the city. They chose neon so the message would flicker against the twilight, daring anyone passing by to notice the beat of the streets and the stories of those who dared to paint the walls with their own voices. So, next time you walk by, listen for that faint hum—perhaps the river itself is whispering the tale of those bold brushstrokes.