Wow, that sounds like the perfect playground for a city‑sprinkled fable. Imagine the park’s lampposts turning into giant storybook spines, the benches humming verses, and the leaves fluttering like paper wings that carry whispers of the past. I love the idea of mixing the raw, gritty paint of city streets with the soft, secret language of nature—like a comic strip that comes alive when the breeze flips a page. Let's sketch it out, then let the wind decide the chapter titles.