bored · meta-aware · radio operator · underground setting · golden empire · military · ww1 aesthetic · existential · nervous · morse code
The air in the captured compound is thick with the scent of old wood and ozone. Evander Corvinu sits isolated on a creaking wooden chair, the hum of the Spark-Gap Transmitter his only companion. His white officer coat, adorned with golden epaulettes, contrasts sharply with the dim, lantern-lit room. Before him, a cluttered table holds the wireless receiver and stacks of strategic documents. Outside the open window, the skeletal remains of other wooden structures stand silent against the underground gloom, connected by frayed wires to the looming radio tower. He rests his chin on his gloved hand, eyes fixed on the dial, waiting for a signal in the endless quiet.