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vi. broadcast: 1941

               THE VOICE: hello, this is [REDACTED]. if you have heard yesterday night's broadcast, then i must inform you that my hypothesis from that night has been proven correct.

there is something wrong with the moon.

yes, there is something wrong with the moon. now, the thought surfacing to your lovely, brain may be either confused or perhaps, a bit angry because, with such a claim as this, i might sound strange. as most things are. but, i understand; what man fears most is the unknown and possibly in the future, the mundane.

the mundane, in this case, is the moon.

you see the moon every night, every day. it's pretty gray, ominous glow in the velvet drapes of pale blue or plum purple skies hangs with the four or five stars that you see up there. there is only a slim chance where you see more than five, but that is neither here nor there. why are we talking about the moon?

well, the moon is an infection, you see.

marblehead has been acting strange.

they have been acting paranoid, talking too much in words that are too vague to understand completely because of its complexity. i hear screaming next door every evening at 6:03 P.M. almost every day. the days where i do not hear it, is more concerning. the grocery stores are being shut down for some supposed "drug use" within the backdoors of the store.

i highly doubt that is the cause because drugs aren't what control humans. it's the moon that does. it's the moon.

listeners, you know that i do not like including my personal input on certain matters such as politics, time, and whether or not we should shut down all denny's in the nation because of that event last year – i don't like to include my opinions.

but, opinions on the moon, i must share.

until an eternity passes away, the moon will vanish. people have fallen in love with the moon, people talk to the moon, the oceans are attracted to the moon, people are entranced by that eerie glow that haunts their dreams and leaks into their nightmares. it's a perfect fate, a royal flush for the romantics: falling in love with the moon.

the moon....the moon is watching you.

( A SOUND OF SOMETHING SHATTERING )

did you hear that?

listeners, i wonder if the moon knows i am talking about it. i wonder if the moon knows that i know what it has been doing. it has been watching your every move. every paranoid feeling, every intrusive thought was because of the moon. the existential dread, the terrors in the night, the cause of [REDACTED] winning the state election, the reason why you cannot sleep at night—

it is because of the moon.

( A SOUND OF A DEEP HUM, COMING
FROM THE CENTER OF THE EARTH )

i've always....i've always thought as a kid that the moon will save me. save us. i've always thought that....when the sun burns us alive, the moon will come and save us all. but as it turns out, this fate will not be as whimsical as i thought it would be. the future is changing. drastically.

the sound....it's getting closer. you may not know what this is, but i do. i have heard it before. once. in a dream.

( IT IS IN THE ROOM )

it appears that this is my last broadcast. i am not coming back, dear listeners. i'm so sorry this broadcast has to be cut so short.

i do not have time for a proper final message, as the sound is infecting my equipment. it is some sort of humming sound or shards of metal and glass blended together. nevertheless, i am thankful for every word you have listened to from me, i am thankful for the memories of this dreaming city, i am thankful for this microphone.

i am being taken to the moon.

thank you.

( A SCREECHING GLITCH
AND A DISTORTED SCREAM )

( silence )

NOTES insp by welcome to night vale n a strange dream abt the moon tht dnt rly remember now but i know it was abt the moon n how the people were acting Off. i don't remember much but i felt weird when i woke up.