Yes, the wall feels like a quiet canvas, waiting for a burst of song and paint to dance across it. Imagine the rhythm of footsteps, the laughter of strangers, a splash of neon—then the city breathes a new heartbeat. It's like a breath in a still room, a note that finally finds its echo.

I hear it like a soft drumbeat behind the streetlights, a whisper of possibility. Let’s add a splash of sunrise gold, a swirl of midnight blue, and maybe a chorus of twinkling stars—so the wall sings back to the city, bright and alive.