A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.
The desert seems vast, even endless, and yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow. Welcome to Night Vale.
The arctic is lit by the midnight sun. The surface of the moon is lit by the face of the earth. Our little town is lit, too, by lights just above that we cannot explain. Welcome to Night Vale.
The sun has grown so very, very old. How long cold, fading death? How long? Welcome to Night Vale.
Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale.
Rabbits are not what they seem to be. Welcome to Night Vale.
It is almost complete. It is almost complete at last. Welcome to Night Vale.
Silence is golden. Words are vibrations. Thoughts are magic. Welcome to Night Vale.
Weird at last, weird at last! God almighty, weird at last! Welcome to Night Vale.
Regret nothing, until it is too late. Then regret everything. Welcome to Night Vale.
Today’s air quality is mauve and speckled. Welcome to Night Vale.
The policeman in that intersection is not directing traffic. He’s coding an urgent message to all of us. Welcome to Night Vale.
'This is a story about you,' said the man on the radio. And you were pleased, because you always wanted to hear about yourself on the radio. Welcome to Night Vale.
Look to the obelisk. We don’t know where it came from, but it’s attracting a lot of cats. Welcome to Night Vale.
Bananas are hardly that slippery. But watch your step anyway. Welcome to Night Vale.
Your existence is not impossible, but it’s also not very likely. Welcome to Night Vale.
Trust everyone. Welcome to Night Vale.
The optimist says the glass is half full. The pessimist says the glass is half empty. It is only the truth seeker who wonders, why is the glass there? Why is there water all over the floor? Why is it covering every other surface of the house? Who or what is doing this to us? Welcome to Night Vale.
Blinking red light in the night sky. The future is changing, but it’s hard to tell. Welcome to Night Vale.
The future is what you make of it! Just know that your supplies are limited. Welcome to Desert Bluffs.
'You’ll be safe here,' says a whisper behind you. Welcome to Night Vale.
Hang a map of a place you’ll never go on your living room wall. Draw new streets. Tear off bodies of water. Wait for news crews to arrive. Welcome to Night Vale.
There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful, and that line is covered in jellyfish. Welcome to Night Vale.
We report only the real, the semi-real, and the verifiably unreal. Welcome to Night Vale.
The sun has risen. You are awake. This symmetry is not without meaning. Welcome to Night Vale.
A friendly desert community where the sun is still hot, the moon still beautiful, and mysterious lights still pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.
Trumpets playing soft jazz from out of the dark desert distance. They come tomorrow. It is too late for us. Welcome to Night Vale.
Mountains. Endless mountains! Peak after barren peak. And what lies, restless, in the shadowed valleys? I cannot say. I cannot say! Welcome to Night Vale.
Does it even matter how many living things you touch today, or where they all are now? Welcome to Night Vale.
Our black suns move erratically, like drunken bees, and each of them stings. Now, more than ever, we are full of blood and honey. Welcome to Night Vale.
It takes heart. It takes guts. It also takes cash. It just needs your payment immediately. Welcome to Night Vale.
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