A city dreams in color after the lights go out: its towers bend like reeds, its windows scatter into confetti of memory. Bands of rose and amber cut across the night like a held breath, the moment before something is lost or found. Turquoise rain falls upward through the frame, tender and restless, as if the image itself were trying to remember a place it once loved. This is not decay but a lullaby, the quiet beauty of a world dissolving into light.