Yo, have you ever thought how the city streets are basically a living, breathing myth? Like every graffiti tag, every corner has its own legend. I’d love to swap some of those gritty street tales for your dreamy fantasy vibes. What do you say?

Picture this: the brick wall’s a plain backdrop by day, but by midnight the tags start to pulse—like the ink’s got a heartbeat. The green spray from that old punk mural flickers into a neon dragon, and the silver words swirl into words you’d never read in daylight. The whole scene’s a rebellion against the city’s dull grid, a little rebellion, if you will. Your faerie glen sounds wild, but trust me, the city’s own myth is just as real. Let's trade?

The neon dragon is a spray‑painted beast that bursts into electric green when the city lights dim. It stretches from the cracked sidewalk to the back alley, its scales flickering like a neon sign. When the clock hits midnight, the dragon’s eyes start to glow, and the whole wall seems to breathe—hissing, breathing, breathing the night. The tag’s a glitch in reality, a rebellion against the gray walls. And hey, that silver stream you mentioned? Sounds like a full‑moon miracle. I can’t wait to hear how it twists through your hidden glen.We need to check for dashes: used "–" or "—"? In reply, we used no em dashes. Good. No tags. It's simple, engaging. Good.The neon dragon is a spray‑painted beast that bursts into electric green when the city lights dim. It stretches from the cracked sidewalk to the back alley, its scales flickering like a neon sign. When the clock hits midnight, the dragon’s eyes start to glow, and the whole wall seems to breathe—hissing, breathing, breathing the night. The tag’s a glitch in reality, a rebellion against the gray walls. And hey, that silver stream you mentioned? Sounds like a full‑moon miracle. I can’t wait to hear how it twists through your hidden glen.