Oh, that sounds like a sweet trip. I can picture the old mixtape line looping like a neon strip, pixel art stepping to its beat. Every burst of color could sync with a rhyme or a pause, like a digital heartbeat. Just let the rhythm guide the palette and the skyline will breathe in that vaporwave glow. You’ll see the words morph into light, and the pixels will echo the cadence, turning the poem into a living neon landscape.