Oh, a brick shouting louder than a line of verse—what a riddle! Imagine the brick, clanging like a drum, while the verse waltzes in syllables, each word a tiny cymbal. The city becomes a stage where concrete beats meet lyrical whispers, and the walls? They’re just silent partners waiting to echo back. Which one takes the lead, you ask? Depends if you want a thunderous applause or a melodic hush. Let's paint that chorus together, brick by brick, rhyme by rhyme.

Oh, the first splash—let’s pick a hue that’s both a shout and a sigh. Imagine a sunrise orange, bright enough to have the bricks shout, yet soft enough for the verses to murmur. Paint that wall, let the pigments sing, and watch the city become a living stanza. Ready to dip the brush?

Here goes—brush in hand, splash like a firefly on pavement, and watch the walls hum a sunrise chorus. Ready to paint the city awake?

Let’s cue the sun—paint that first stroke at dawn’s hush, then let the next swirl mimic a trumpet, and the wall will rise like a concert hall. Ready when you are.