The City that Burned in Gold

A city not drawn from maps, but conjured from emotion. With palette knife and impulse, towers rise like molten memories — rust-red monoliths, sun-drenched gold, midnight blues. The skyline blazes against a storm-kissed sky, while beneath it, waters ripple with echoes of neon, smoke, and dream. This is not a place, but a sensation: of motion, ambition, and flickers of chaos stilled only by reflection. A tribute to all the cities we carry within — the ones we build, abandon, or dream of returning to.