Sure thing – imagine a wall that starts as a cracked, dusty sidewalk, and as people walk, the cracks fill with tiny glowing stars. Those stars slowly coalesce into a floating city, but every time you step forward, the city rearranges itself—buildings sprout, streets twist, and a lone, shimmering protagonist emerges, chasing a silhouette that might be a dream or a nightmare. The colors shift from cool blues to scorching oranges, echoing the protagonist’s mood. When someone stops, the city pauses, the protagonist leans on a lamppost, and a thought bubble pops up: “Did I ever really find the exit?” Then, the next footstep triggers a new chapter: the city dissolves into a sea, a boat appears, the hero sails toward a horizon that bends back onto itself. It keeps looping, forever rewriting itself, because you’re never sure if the story ends or just morphs into a new one. If you keep walking, you’ll eventually become part of the mural—your own reflection flickering on the wall, asking, “Where do I go from here?”