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"After everything that happened...I just wanted to see you."
My heart leapt. My heart soared. My heart metaphorically performed a number of aerial activities and literally it began to beat hard.
"Oh?" I said, my voice more tremble than word.
Carlos looked at the setting sun. "I used to think it was setting at the wrong time," he said, "but then I realized that time doesn't work in Night Vale, and that none of the clocks are real. Sometimes things seem so strange, or malevolent, and then you find that, underneath, it was something else altogether, something pure, and innocent."
We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby's. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights - mostly void, partially stars? That sky reminds us we don't understand even more.
Good night, Night Vale. Good night.