The Cycle of Labrys

​Labrys is a living city where architecture functions as both a host and a constituent part of the system. Built upon industrial logic and rigid layers, this labyrinth exists within a perpetual cycle of energy exchange. The aura of the city is one of absolute, cold silence—a silence that demands a physical price from its sole inhabitant, “MONTHRION”. Its structural character is defined by a hostile topography; the floor is a gauntlet of serrated and uneven layers that ruthlessly drain the creature’s life force with every step. Vertical wooden rods serve as architectural barriers, acting as energy-leaking fences that turn even the simplest movement into a precarious struggle. From its narrow corridors to its intersections, every element is designed to test endurance and regulate the flow of static load. ​Daily Life ​”I wake to the rhythmic vibration of the city. My existence is defined by the struggle against the ground beneath me. Every step on the serrated and rough terrain feels like a slow leak; my blue-jointed limbs tremble as these uneven paths pull energy from my body with every movement. I do not seek wide-open spaces; instead, I crave the narrowest corridors. For me, ‘feeding’ is a physical confrontation; I rub my antenna against the sharp walls to harvest the friction necessary to keep my internal systems alive. Small shelters, reinforced with wooden rods, are my only sanctuaries—places where I can catch my breath and stabilize the surging load in my antenna. Reaching the center is not a victory or a grand reward; it is a necessary sacrifice. I pour all my accumulated energy into the heart of the city, ensuring Labrys remains standing for one more day before I sink back into the shadows for the next exhausting cycle.”