Zephyr never realized that, through all his quest,
he wasn't just solving what riddles suggest—
he saw the world in sequences wide,
in mirrored rhythms where wonders collide.
Not a tale carved by fate, but a state he must chart,
Not a warrior's saga—but a curse from the start.
A mind that won't sleep. Eyes that don't rest,
forever entangled in reason's unrest.
In a city of gears and ticking decline,
where mankind faces the primal design—
the Kahahn return through runes and blades,
where logic strikes and instinct steers.
One mechanic sees through the lie—
the code, the chaos—he sees in the sky…
in numbers.