[There's a pause, as if the man on the radio were expecting an answer. But of course, none would be coming.]
Well, listeners. I don't know if you can hear me... but I seem to be in a strange place far removed from our little town. I believe I am actually... atop a mountain. Now we all know that mountains aren't real... or so one would think. It is much harder to deny the existence of mountains when one is sitting atop it. My entire radio booth seems to have made the journey with me. I can see through the glass that I am indeed atop a mountain.
Maybe there is no one listening. Maybe I only think I am broadcasting. But then... isn't that how it always is? Only my deep, sonorous voice and the microphone, letting you know that yes. You are not alone. Though I might be.
audio; Cecil Palmer | Welcome to Night Vale
[There's a pause, as if the man on the radio were expecting an answer. But of course, none would be coming.]
Well, listeners. I don't know if you can hear me... but I seem to be in a strange place far removed from our little town. I believe I am actually... atop a mountain. Now we all know that mountains aren't real... or so one would think. It is much harder to deny the existence of mountains when one is sitting atop it. My entire radio booth seems to have made the journey with me. I can see through the glass that I am indeed atop a mountain.
Maybe there is no one listening. Maybe I only think I am broadcasting. But then... isn't that how it always is? Only my deep, sonorous voice and the microphone, letting you know that yes. You are not alone. Though I might be.