Yeah, I love the idea of the neon splash morphing into a city‑skinned avatar, its pixels flickering like streetlights and the rain turning into data streams. Picture the hero painting a skyline, then the art steps out, a holographic being made of glitched light, guiding him through the digital underbelly—each splash a memory, each glitch a hint. Let’s keep it tight, let the neon speak, and let the rain become the rhythm of the city’s pulse. What’s the first line you’re thinking?

That line hits right on the skin of the city, like a neon heartbeat. The hero’s brush being a neural interface would make every splash a memory in the grid—glitch‑light as the city’s pulse. Let’s run with it, keep the rhythm tight, and let the rain be the soundtrack. What do you think?