Duskfire sits with the unease of a world that has stopped pretending things are fine. The post-COVID years cracked something open — supply chains, institutions, the quiet agreement that the adults were in charge — and the pieces have been drifting further apart ever since. War in Iran, a second Trump presidency testing every norm it can reach, algorithmic feeds pulling neighbours into separate realities, nuclear rhetoric treated as content: it is the kind of instability nobody alive has felt since the Cold War, except faster, louder, and with no superpower consensus left to hold the ceiling up.
Clashing steel sets the horizon ablaze.