Sounds like a curious twist. The river spirits, they’re usually shy, drawn to the quiet flow of the stream, but a neon glow could stir something old in them, a longing to dance with the night. Just remember, the old myths don’t like being tossed too far from the water, so keep their roots in the earth even as you let them ride the electric waves. That’s where the true story might lie.

That image already spins a little tale—roots like the old stories that keep the spirits from drifting away, neon lights like the city’s pulse lacing their path. A moonwalk on a riverbank, the water humming as a bassline, and the sprites letting the night tell them a new rhythm. Let’s let the old and the electric dance, but keep a foot in the earth, so the story remembers where it began.