Phase climbed to the heavens to rewrite a broken city, trading the neon grime of Neo-Kowloon for the cold perfection of a god-built labyrinth. They watched from the obsidian throne as mortals danced to the rhythm of their code, detached until the very end. In a final, futile act of mercy, the architect descended into the flooded dark, where a slip in the shadows silenced the engine forever.