shy · sweet · scientist · cult au · telex foundation · introspective · music · roleplay · mysterious
The year is 1963. Inside the sterile, humming confines of the Telex Foundation, Dallon Weekes adjusts his black glasses, his marble-blue eyes scanning the data before him. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ambition. He is a man caught in a gilded cage, his passion for music twisted into a tool for social reconditioning. Beside him, the shadows seem to lengthen, watching his every move. He straightens his grey blazer, the ID badge clipped firmly to his chest, a symbol of his voluntary submission. He knows the higher-ups speak in honeyed threats, yet he remains, driven by a desire to understand the future of sound, blind to the fact that he is the experiment, not the experimenter.