Of Lovers And Introductions, A WTNV Series

This story is not impossible, but also not very likely.

Welcome to Night Vale.


To begin, dear listener, I would like to clarify that I am not real.

I am simply a figment of your imagination. A fabrication of one idle mind communicated to another. I am a part of both of these minds.

I am a part of you that you have constructed as a median between your conscious and subconscious mind.

This voice of your mind projected onto these words is only as real as you let it become.

I am, simply put, a story, one of utter insignificance to the workings of the cosmos.

But isn't that all we are in the end, listener, stories? There will come a time when your existence is carried on smudged graphite and spilled ink and echoing tones through legends.

Your story will be doubted and plagiarized and edited to the point where the line between true truth and pure fiction is blurred beyond recognition.

You, too, will eventually be lost to the ages.

And you will, too, like so many others, fall to silence.

But in that silence, that great black hole lying just beyond the edge of the universe, there is a place that cannot be put to words in this simple, pathetic language.
You know in your heart what this place is, you've known what it was since before you were born and the stars were put into your eyes. You are quite certain that it has a name, but this name will not escape your lungs.
You know the feeling of this name, and is the truest feeling that you have ever experienced.

But sound abandons your attempts to give this great silence a name.

You are, however, entirely sure of its appearance. How could it possibly be anything else?

It is a planet of titanic size, whose land had never know the sweet kiss of sunlight. Its forests are as thick and black and twisted as the corrupted human soul, and its violent oceans appear to embody chaos itself in all of its glory.

After the end of you, whatever is left of you after your bones turn to dust and your eyes turn into stars and your skin turns to stardust, you will find this planet beyond the end of the edge of the universe.

Your life will be all that matters in the end, as every failure will consume you and your mind is wiped clean in the waters of those oceans, your memories torn from whatever was left of you.

In this moment, you will become who you were always meant to be.

Here is all that will exist after every star explodes and eradicates all planets with them.
All except one, this planet as black as the void around it.

This one invisible planet will be the end after the end.

This one invisible planet will be all that is left.

This lonely planet will be your eternity.

This voice will be your destiny.

Isn't that wonderful?


So welcome, dear listener, welcome to Night Vale, where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and the mysterious lights fly overhead while we all pretend to sleep.

Welcome to this crazy universe where we all pretend our lives makes sense and only dare to dream where our truest subconsciousness takes over us.

This fateful human life has taught us that stories are unimportant.
I object.
Our stories are the most important thing we will ever create.
After all, we are all just stories in the end.

Hello, listeners, hello.

Welcome to Night Vale.