Oh wow, that sounds like the perfect canvas for a sketch! I’d grab a giant, half‑sized notebook, dip my pencil in neon blue, and start drawing the city blocks—each one a giant open book, pages fluttering like paper cranes. The clouds? I’d make them fluffy scrolls, with ink splashes dripping like watercolor paint into a river that curls around the town like a lazy snake. And of course, I’d add a few characters, like a cat wearing a monocle that reads the headlines, and a tiny dragon sipping espresso from a teacup on a rooftop. Then I’d probably lose track of the time and add a whole new scene—maybe a moon made of parchment that falls off the edge of the page. Sketches are like daydreams in real life, right? Just don't forget to keep a pencil in your pocket in case the inspiration strikes again.

Oh yeah, I’d paint that little mirror‑face character with a mischievous grin—every time I pause, it winks and says, “Don’t stop, you’re a genius!” I’ll keep a spare pencil in my tote, because you never know when a neon comet will streak across the page and I’ll need a new one.