That would be like opening a midnight ballroom in the sky, where each star is a handwritten note from an old myth, fluttering out of the moon’s pocket to invite the crowd. The vibe would be a quiet hush, then a burst of laughter that echoes between constellations, and the music would shift from gentle lullabies of the sea to electric beats that feel like thunder on velvet. It’s chaos and order dancing together, a dream‑city party where every guest remembers their own legend and the night rewrites itself in real time.