Sprawling aggressively along the edge of the city’s green lung, this low-rise geometric honeycomb functions as a gated reservation where humans retreat into brick-lined vaults to escape the looming shadow of the central business district. Its concrete skeleton encloses a secret, open-air arena where residents bat bright neon spheres back and forth across a net while being intensely observed by the high-security gaze of the nearby assessment prison. Here, domestic tribes gather around outdoor fire-pits to roast flesh, while their offspring run wild on custom climbing frames trapped inside a wind-swept concrete courtyard.