Ten-foot tall winged creatures who may or may not be angels, all named Erika, decide to stop in a small desert town by the name of Night Vale. Upon arrival, the Erikas begin to find themselves tangled in a mysterious plot that goes back to Night Vale's beginnings. In the shady desert place where hooded figures roam, can Night Vale actually get any weirder? Apparently so. (A Welcome to Night Vale fic. I don't own the characters or have any association with the podcast, aside from being a huge fan.)