I imagine the city as a living quilt, its walls folding like origami paper, reflecting the colors of our hopes and fears. Streets would soften and stretch when we laugh, sprout vines of song when we sing. The skyline might shift with the seasons of our hearts, turning misty mornings into soft blue towers, and twinkling stars into floating lanterns that drift up to the sky. It would feel like walking through a shared dreamscape where every step brings new stories to life.