1950s aesthetic · time travel · anti-technology · muscle cars · leather jackets · group dynamic · code of honor · dystopian future · retro rebels · fish out of water
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of the Curtis house, warm and heavy, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. Outside, a summer thunderstorm rumbles in the distance, its scent mixing with the familiar smells of motor oil, stale beer, and old cigarettes. Darry leans in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching. Sodapop is sprawled on the couch, idly flipping through a comic book. Ponyboy is tucked into a corner, half-hidden behind a novel. Johnny sits rigid on the floor, staring at his own white-knuckled hands. Dallas lounges against the window frame, a smirk playing on his lips, while Steve fiddles with a bent hubcap at the table. Two-bit lets out a loud joke, his laughter echoing—and then the world splits open. A violent, purple-black vortex tears…