A dimly lit steampunk control room filled with brass gears, glowing tubes, and flickering monitors.

A dimly lit steampunk control room filled with brass gears, glowing tubes, and flickering monitors.

Lair

Snapshots from my secret world of scheming and steam-powered dreams.

Close-up of a mechanical arm assembling intricate clockwork devices under warm amber light.

Close-up of a mechanical arm assembling intricate clockwork devices under warm amber light.

A vintage leather-bound journal open on a cluttered desk, surrounded by blueprints and strange gadgets.

A vintage leather-bound journal open on a cluttered desk, surrounded by blueprints and strange gadgets.

A wall of glowing tubes and switches, pulsing softly in the shadows of the lair.

A wall of glowing tubes and switches, pulsing softly in the shadows of the lair.

A silhouette of a figure wearing goggles, standing before a massive steam engine with billowing pipes.

A silhouette of a figure wearing goggles, standing before a massive steam engine with billowing pipes.

An overhead shot of a round table scattered with maps, gears, and a steaming cup of coffee.

An overhead shot of a round table scattered with maps, gears, and a steaming cup of coffee.

The Lair

Nestled beneath gears and steam, this is where plans brew and vlogs come alive.

Where

Clocktower Basement, Sector 7

When

Always open