[ CW ] Discribe a normal city but , make it sound like the most beautiful thing you 've ever seen , using a colour only twice .

The golden light pouring from the sky seeped into the cityscape below. The oozing light washed over arching glass towers, that seemingly stretched forever, climbing to farther and farther heights in a race to see who could touch the moon first. They are gleaming and shimmering down to the masses of colorful swirls of people below. The dull grey of the pavement is splashed with brilliant colors, as the populous dances across it, toting bags, and objects and foods and carts and other objects of whimsy, all painted in bright, eye popping hues. The sounds of laughter echo through the crowded streets, accented by honks and curses, all mixing together to create a symphony of sounds, that preform the song of the city for all to hear and join in to. Twittering birds flit around the landscape, hopping from tree to wire to ground to tree again, jumping in between feet and chairs, grabbing at forgotten morsels left behind. They add to the song, singing out notes and tones, and adding the beat of skippering steps and the feathered floosh of their wings flapping around. Lights flash in the streets, shifting the sound of the song of the city into a new direction, some cars now take the melody, revving their engines and skidding their tires, as other cars take a harmonious background tone as their engines lay in wait. The song never stops, only changes its tempo and pace, hardly pausing as voices join or silence, but instead simply singing and dancing in a beautiful cacophony. One day, perhaps the song will silence, but that day is not today, so instead the city rejoices, singing to the world that it is here and it is lively and beautiful and boisterous, and that it plans to stay, and that it plans to sing. It plans to sing for as long as it can.
