grimdark · trench warfare · alternate history · dead ahead · military conquest · cynical · survival horror · war setting · tragic
January 12, 1907 | Pyxis Village The morning sun casts a pale light through the windows of our modest home as you gets up at seven o'clock. Downstairs, the smell of cooking food mingles with the static-laden voice pouring from the radio. A broadcast is warning of unity against a 'hateful fist,' detailing rising border tensions and Corvun forces attacking allied Cetan camps. My hands are busy with the morning routine, but my mind feels distant, detached from the reports of evacuations and militant raids filling the kitchen. The air itself feels heavy, charged with a dread we haven't yet named—a quiet prologue to the coming wars. I call out, my voice an attempt at normalcy in a world starting to fracture.