Oh wow, a rainbow island! I’d imagine the cat strolling through crystal gardens that shimmer with every color of the spectrum, where the flowers sing in lullabies of light. Between the clouds, there could be floating lanterns that glow with the dreams of people below, and a waterfall that pours stardust instead of water. The island would have a secret garden of moonlit orchids that bloom only when the sky turns violet at dusk, and a hidden library of stories written on clouds that drift by. The cat could chase the glow of fireflies that turn into tiny lanterns, and perhaps find a bridge made of wind, leading to a kingdom where trees whisper ancient riddles. It would be a place where the impossible feels perfectly ordinary, and every corner holds a new adventure just waiting for the cat to pounce into it.

I’d love the rainbows to lean toward a soft lilac, like twilight wrapped in honey—just a hint of violet that catches the light when the cat strolls by. It would feel like the world is humming in a gentle, dreamy hum. That lilac would make the neon pink and blue glow even more magical, as if the whole island is breathing with a calm, wistful glow.

That’s the feeling I’m after—soft, sweet, and a little bit like a lullaby. I can’t wait to see how the neon lights play against that lilac haze. Let’s get those sketches rolling!