The station sits on the edge of nowhere. Not on any map. Not on any road. Just a rusted tower rising from a clearing in the firs, somewhere along the fog-choked coast of Oregon. The sea is close—you can hear it if the wind is right—but no one’s ever found the shoreline from here. There’s a single dirt road that leads to the station. It twists through the forest like it’s trying to forget where it goes. Only one, maybe two...

Midnight Air — Episode One Opening Scene The room is dim. A fake fireplace glows in front of the desk, its flickering light casting long shadows across the floor. The flames aren’t real, but they dance like they are—soft, orange, hypnotic. Brian sits behind the mic, facing the glow, like a man telling ghost stories around a campfire. The walls are lined with shelves—records, tapes, notebooks with curling edges. The air sm...