The neon clock on the wall flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Elias’s cluttered desk. It was 3:00 AM, the hour when logic fades and desperation takes over. He was a second-year architecture student with a deadline that felt like a guillotine blade hanging over his neck. His laptop, a wheezing machine held together by duct tape and hope, couldn't handle the modern, bloated versions of design software. He needed something lean. He needed a classic.