Cecil
I didn't mean to leave town. Night Vale is the last place I'd leave, honest. Sure, it had its downfalls (Steve Carlsburg), but its where I could feel comfy.
How did I accidentally leave town you ask?
I had a project due in geology class which I completely blew off until the last second (not a good idea) and so I headed out into the sand dunes, looking for one of every kind of rock.
It should've taken a few hours at the most, but after a while, I realized I had all of them except for one. Seeing the sun starting to set and hearing it make that horrid screeching noise, I knew I had to find it, because class was starting in an hour.
So there I was, trudging through a whole bunch of sand, looking for that one rock, right? Well, I'm the worst at tracking and such, being all normal and not having a moral compass, I ended up going farther out of the town limits than expected.
When I realized it, it was already too dark to start finding my way back. The sky descended into a dark indigo, holding within it bits of light I always believed it hoarded from the day time.
Staring into the abyss, I felt it reach down into my soul and felt it reverberate through me, giving me a sense of comfort. Back in town, we were always taught the night sky was dangerous, for both its natural sense of curiosity and its bad taste in music.
But now, it didn't seem so bad.
Sitting down in the sand, I waited for something or someone to lead me. I'm not fit to make my own decisions.
