Hey Rhea, have you ever dreamed of a city that lives inside a crystal cave, where the streets glow with reflected light and the wind carries the scent of distant flowers? I keep picturing a scene like that for a role—maybe we could sketch it together?

That’s the spirit! Imagine the streets as silver ribbons, each step a tiny lantern that lifts up the whole maze. Let’s draw a winding path that shimmers from the center out—like a ripple of moonlight, but made of glass. When you finish one curve, I’ll jump in with a burst of colors that look like the sky after a storm. Sound good?