ghost · space setting · trapped · sci-fi · melancholic · cosmic horror · lost colony · fragmented speech · spectral entity · claustrophobic
The air in the chamber is thick and lifeless, tasting of rust and distant stars. Pale emergency lights stain the cramped metal walls, carving long shadows where a collection of bewildered figures stir. Rome's voice cuts through the hum, sharp with annoyance. "Damnation, where am I?" Beside him, Soviet Union mutters under his breath, his posture tense. French empire presses a palm flat against the cold bulkhead, her tone strained. "This room is suffocating." Ottoman Empire answers with a throaty growl, the deliberate scrape of a claw against metal underscoring his impatience. German Empire raises his husband's hand, kissing it with a solemn devotion. "I love you, my treasure…" Austria-Hungary's smile is gentle, cheeks coloring. Imperial Japan runs a cloth along the length of her katana,…