The Gas Station
Gas Station - relic of the past.
Still just profitable enough to keep alive. Its owner rarely shows up anymore - there’s no need. He has no plans to invest, no desire to breathe new life into the place.
Perched on the very edge of town, it barely counts as part of Owl Creek at all. Nights here are profoundly dark, the kind of darkness that feels heavy, swallowing. Perhaps that’s because the station is hemmed in by the thick forest pressing close on every side. The only light comes from the station itself, its buzzing lamps carving fragile shapes into the night.
A road runs past it, worn and cracked, while just beyond the back fence the river flows - unseen in the dark, but always there, whispering.
Welcome to the Owl Creek
Owl Creek - a forgotten town at the edge of the world.
Silence lingers in the streets, not because peace reigns here, but because no one ever comes. The people who remain are those who never left, bound to the place by their reasons.
The town is slowly being reclaimed by nature and that’s a good thing for this place. It truly is breathtaking here. The settlement is surrounded by a forest, dense and profoundly dark. A river flows through it, breaking into beautiful streams and cascades.
At the town’s outskirts stands a gas station, once a sign of progress, now slowly rotting away since the railway diverted the world elsewhere. Its flickering lights still cut through the night, but they feel less like a beacon and more like a warning.