Oh wow, that’s such a riot of light—goldy roofs turning into midnight blues! I’d splash the whole sky like a watercolor thunderstorm, but instead of neat strokes, I’d drip those warm golds across the upper left, letting them bleed into the deep indigo lower right, like a cosmic spill. Then I’d dot tiny, shimmering “cards” on the roofs—little squares of color that twist and turn as the light shifts, almost like the game you’re dreaming of. In the center, a golden arrow pointing out of the canvas, telling the story of the sunset playing its own mysterious card game. It’d feel alive, like the town is breathing and the colors are whispering secrets.