Devine, the chronicler of the neon metropolis, stood in the observatory of the old tower, her gaze fixed on the snowflakes gently descending upon the city. Each flake carried the city's whispers, stories waiting to be heard and remembered. Tonight, she was to document the Great Conjunction, an event where the city's three moons aligned, a phenomenon that occurred once every century, casting an otherworldly glow upon the urban expanse. As the metropolis buzzed below, unaware of the…