A glittering 1920s-style metropolis sprawled across a bay, its skyline dense with Art Deco towers and bridges. Zeppelins and biplanes drift above bustling streets alive with hope and promise—opportunity gleams in the electric lights and searchlight beams sweeping the night sky. Yet the tallest skyscraper, dark and monolithic against the glow, echoes the silhouette of the Tower of Flints, an unshaken watcher amid this alien modernity. Titus stands small before it all, adrift between worlds. Innovation and memory collide; the old ritual order lingers as shadow beneath the city’s dazzling, indifferent promise of freedom.