This piece was originally rescued from the dusty archives of rejected open calls. Legend has it that it was deemed 'too cerebral for the current timeline and dangerously over-engineered for the Cabal running the open call. It represents a literal headspace for a city that never received its zoning permits. A thriving, neon-soaked metropolis living rent-free inside a mossy, mechanical skull. It’s proof that just because a call was rejected doesn’t mean the vision wasn't worth building.