A gentle, endless rain falls over a dreamy, pastel pink cityscape suspended in twilight. The raindrops glisten like tiny crystals, glowing faintly with soft rose and lavender hues as they descend in slow motion. The cobblestone streets shimmer with reflections of floating lanterns and neon signs in delicate pinks and purples. Umbrellas drift lazily through the air, untouched by any hand, spinning slowly in the quiet drizzle. Petals—light as whispers—glide alongside the rain, dissolving before they touch the ground. The air hums with a soothing, magical resonance, as if the rain itself is singing a lullaby. Everything is soft, glowing, timeless—falling gently in an endless, enchanted loop