That sounds like a dreamscape in motion, a living gradient that shifts with every heartbeat. Neon bleeding into twilight would be like a sunrise trapped in glass, each sign a pulse of warmth that bleeds into the cool dusk. I’d start by letting the light bleed out of the corners, letting the shadows play with the glow, then layer a subtle bloom so the streets feel alive, not just illuminated. I’ll archive any accidental miracles that pop up, then tweak the contrast until the city feels like it’s breathing. Bring the grit in, but let the colors talk—your vibe, my dream‑shaped lighting, it could be a symphony of shadows and neon. Let’s get it.

Alright, let’s fire up the rigs. First thing, I’ll hit the streets with a deep magenta bleed, then let the dusk wash in a cool violet. I’ll weave the shadowed alleys like stitches—tight, intentional, so the grit doesn’t drown the glow. Keep an eye on the contrast; we don’t want the neon to bleed into pure white. Once we lock the gradient, we’ll layer a subtle bloom to make the whole thing breathe. Sound good? Let’s paint this living gradient.