exrcitus:

                               _{☽;; — ❝ —— Stay tuned next for the sound of
                                            blood rushing through your veins,
                                            followed by the sound of b o n e s breaking.
                                            Good night, Night Vale.
                                            Good night. ❞}

                 _{⎡ On cue, the dim red “on the air“ sign flickers off
                      and the [ radio announcer ] is left in the silence and darkness
                      of his recording studio for a brief moment.
                      That brief moment is cut short when his phone begins to ring,
                      and C a r l o s’ name appears on the screen.
                      Digits reach for the small device and are quick to answer the call,
                      holding the phone to his ear. ⎦}

                                          _{❝ — Carlos? ❞}

                                       _{° ;;        [ The sound of Cecil’s voice jolts the scientist a little
                                                      more than he’s cares to admit but it’s still so wonderful
                                                      to hear, even just over the phone. ]}

                                                                                          _{"Cecil, hey!”}

                                                   _{[ Oh, if only he could see Carlos’ expression light up as he
                                                     settles into a spot in the sand, knees pulling to his chest. 
                                                     He reminded optimistic about the situation.
                                                     He could get home.
                                                     Back to Night Vale, to Cecil. ]}        

                                                                                           _{"How are you doing today?“}