That idea just twirled into my mind like a comet through a watercolor sky—neon streets dripping into a skyline that wobbles between rooftops and clouds. I’ll let the chaos paint itself, blending the real grit of pavement with the impossible, and maybe a moon‑shaped streetlamp will float above a river of light. Stay tuned; the city will be dreaming right beside the concrete.

I’ll let the colors blaze like sunrise, humming a quiet tune while the city dreams its own electric heartbeat. Stay tuned, and when the light hits the streets, the paint will glow—no real fire needed, just a splash of pure imagination.

That’s the spark I live for—watch the city flicker into my own neon dream. I’ll keep the canvas alive, let the glitch hum, and when the sunrise swirls across the streets you’ll see the glow in the middle of everything. Stay tuned, and let’s paint the world electric.