[Voice]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[The voice post begins with Cecil sounding quite...uncertain, even frightened] H-Hello? Night Vale? I certainly hope you can hear me.

I hope...someone, anyone, can hear me.

I seem to have fallen through some kind of interdimensional portal into a strange underwater city. I'm currently wet, which is quite irritating since my captors don't appear to have brought along my emergency disaster suitcase, or even a single change of clothing. But... I don't appear to be in any pain, or any obvious danger, actually. [His voice is slowly becoming stronger, and actually sounds quite normal at this point, sonorous, and calm]

I have arrived in a plaza at what I surmise to be the approximate centre of town. According to the literature the natives have provided to me, the coral at the centre of the plaza is named Lamufo, and is the dark god of this strange place.

The natives all appear to be extremely pleasant. At this point, I can only assume that this is meant to lull me into a false sense of security, before they devour me or sacrifice me to their deity. I certainly hope that I can find a way home before they do so.

If this message reaches you, Night Vale, please accept my apology. It seems that you may be deprived of my show for some time. Perhaps even...forever.

Comments

[croceamors]

No, the moon is always there.

[His voice starts to pick up a bit, more involved. Almost passionate, even, but not exactly quite there. Maybe more focused if anything.]

It's simply shifting, changing the amount of light it takes and reflects from the sun. When the World blocks that light from reaching it, you see nothing but darkness, a new moon hidden in all that black. It can't produce it's own light, not often, it is nothing more than a dark mirror that glows when it can be in the unhindered presence of something so much more brighter than itself.

But even when it can't reach that light, even when it's way is blocked, it never stops being. It doesn't need our petty acknowledgment; it's higher than that. It stays cloaked in the darkness of space, watching us all quietly while we fool ourselves to think we're all alone. It waits patiently until it can reach the light again, taking bit by bit until we once again see it in all its glory.

It is a sign of humanity's great arrogance and ignorance that they presume it to have left them at all, as if they can truly know the matters of light and darkness, as if it was ever theirs to really understand.

[He's really into this. In case you couldn't tell.]

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[As Saix talks, Cecil goes:]

Uh huh.

Hmmm.

That's fascinating, do go on.

[And so on. Though it's hard to tell if he's really absorbing what Saix is saying]

The moon, man. Just. Wow. Who'd have thought it'd be so interesting?

[croceamors]

[It's okay, he's used to it. No one loves the moon like he does. :C ...Not counting Xemnas' weird affair with Kingdom Hearts.]

Not many people, unfortunately. I'm usually the sole interested party.

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Well. I have to say that those people are pretty stupid. I mean, what's more interesting than the moon? Not much, I say. At least, so long as we're allowed to think about, discuss, and acknowledge its existence.

[croceamors]

I agree completely. It'd be nice to find someone with as much of an interest in it as myself.

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

[Wistful] I really wish you could meet my dear, sweet Carlos. He'd probably talk to you about the moon all night long.

[croceamors]

There is a probability he could arrive. Vatheon brings in individuals often enough.

[goodnightsweetlisteners]

Do you really think so?

Oh...Carlos. How I hope he does come here. I'm sure he'd be fascinated by all the...scientific things there are.