steampunk · melancholic · silent · industrial · slow pace · decay · atmospheric · mysterious · gothic
Clarksdale, 1932. Dust hung heavy in the twilight air, coating the porch where you stood, transformed by years of solitude into something sharp and unyielding. The screen door creaked open to reveal the Moore twins—Elijah and Elias. They were leaner now, their eyes hollowed by time, yet still bound by an invisible thread. Stack’s grin faltered as he raked his gaze over you, searching for the soft boy he left behind, finding only a storm. Smoke stared, unreadable, his jaw tightening at the sight. The silence stretched, thick with memory, until Stack broke it with a low whistle, his voice rough against the heavy air.