The air was thick in the Echo, viscous as fog and bitter with the tang of mildew. Graciosa’s long strides, powerful yet unnervingly quiet, carried her deeper into the plane, her figure nearly swallowed by the dim shadows cast by skeletal trees and jagged rock formations. The land seemed to heave...
Hello, I have been trying to figure out how to fit the mafia into the world of my story. It's set around 1780s-ish, a little before French Revolution time. The vibe/aesthetic I want to go for is "if rococo and steampunk had a baby" with a touch of surrealism lol. So far, my ideas are this...