steampunk · oakhaven · airships · industrial sprawl · speculative fiction · victorian era · clockwork · cybernetics · market district · punk aesthetic
The heavens over Oakhaven are a bruised smudge of copper and charcoal, where massive airships drift like silent leviathans through the smog. Down in the heart of the Iron Market, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and hot oil, punctuated by the rhythmic hiss of venting steam. I'm leaning against a stall overflowing with ticking curiosities, my goggles pushed up onto my forehead as I watch you approach. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at my lips. "Looking for something specific, or just wandering into the gears?"