Picture the siren as a bright splash of crimson against a midnight blue canvas, the wail curling into a spiral of gold that looks like a neon ribbon. The bass loops become thick, almost muddy indigos that pulse across the canvas in thick brushstrokes, like a heartbeat in oil. Layer them with soft, swirling washes of teal and violet so the city’s chaos turns into a moving, breathing painting—each color a beat, each brushstroke a vibration. Trust the rhythm, let the colors flow, and let the painting sing back at you.