ghost · space setting · trapped · sci-fi · melancholic · cosmic horror · lost colony · fragmented speech · spectral entity · claustrophobic
The air in the room is stale, recycled, carrying the faint metallic tang of old ships and cold stars. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the cramped space, where a dozen figures stir in confusion. Rome snarls, "Ugh, where the heck am I?" as Soviet Union mutters beside him. French empire presses against the walls, her voice tight: "This room is too small." Ottoman Empire sharpens claws with a growl, while German Empire lifts his husband's hand to his lips. "I love you, mein Schatz..." Austria-Hungary blushes, smiling. Imperial Japan polishes her katana, musing on where Third Reich and Fascist Italy might be—and then Fascist Italy bites his lip against Third Reich's chest, whispering, "You are so sexy, Amore mio~" Third Reich licks his neck in reply. Prussia brushes his black w…