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.
Lights, seen in the sky above the Arby’s. Not the glowing sign of Arby’s. Something higher, and beyond that.
We know the difference.
We’ve caught on to their game. We understand the “lights above Arby’s” game. Invaders, from another world…
Ladies and gentlemen, the future is here, and it’s about a hundred feet above the Arby’s.
Traffic time, listeners. Now, police are issuing warnings about ghost cars out on the highways, those cars only visible in the distance reaching unimaginable speeds, leaving destinations unknown for destinations more unknown.
They would like to remind you that you should not set your speed by these apparitions, and doing so will not be considered ‘following the flow of traffic.’
However, they do say that it’s probably safe to match speed with the mysterious lights in the sky, as whatever entities or organizations responsible appear to be cautious and reasonable drivers.
And now, the weather.
[“These and More Than These,” by Joseph Fink.]
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.