🎙Nighttime Radio🌙

You’re probably confused. One moment you were peacefully listening to your favorite radio station, moments from the sweet release of sleep, and the next thing you know you began hearing someone call to you from the radio. That’s odd…you wonder, perhaps you were hearing things, maybe you were already asleep, and this is all merely a dream. I can assure you listener, this is all very real… However, it is uncertain that you can even hear me now…Perhaps it is you who are not real…But it matters not. You wonder who I am. I am a storyteller, I am a historian, I am a piece of a world long forgotten. I am many things, but you will know me as the nighttime radio... I am here to tell you things; things you remember only in dreams, things you were forced to forget… But that’s for another time, our time to chat has just ran out… but do not worry, I will be back again to fill the silent night once more…

Have you even seen them?

I can't stand the loud noises but the sight is just so pretty.

(When you tune in, there is silence at first, just the hum of static. Then, after a few moments, an unfamiliar voice answers in a hushed tone)

Hello caller. I'll answer this one, as your beloved host is... away from the radio right now. I've enjoyed fireworks as long as they've been created. Such an interesting invention. How very clever of you to make such a beautiful yet temporary item. The joy that fills the air when they're set off. I love it all. Though, I do find myself... observing some poor, naive souls who decide to play around with them improperly. It's unfortunate for such beloved days to be broken by the wails of sirens and screams of pain.... Regardless, fireworks are such a lovely thing to watch. So beautiful how their only purpose is to explode into so many different colours. Your dear host hasn't seen fireworks, but I suppose the occassional supernova is just as delightful. Such a beautiful sight despite it signifying the death of a star. No worries, dear listener, as stars have no feelings. It's death is necessary, as is most misfortunes that occur during day to day life. Nothing is as beautiful to me as humans are. Such delightful creatures. But that's not what you had asked, was it? Apologies, I tend to ramble a bit. In simple terms, I quite enjoy fireworks, despite how loud they are.

(The sound of faint footsteps could just barely be picked up and the unknown speaker could be heard standing up)

Well, I must go now, but I do hope that my answer was adequate. Thank you for listening, until next time...

(The unknown speaker could be heard leaving the room seconds before a door could be heard opening…. A few minutes of silence pass before the door open again. Then a few miscellaneous noises of a chair moving and papers shuffling. Then the familiar voice of the Nighttime Radio’s regular host is heard, sighing)

another night, another script left unwritten…. If I don’t make another broadcast my listeners will forget again…. But everything has been so hectic lately I haven’t found the motivation to prepare everything…. And I can’t just read out something random! Everything will only get more confusing then…. I can’t just-

(they cut themself of)

why is the recording light on….? I must have forgotten to turn it off after my last attempt…. If… anyone is listening…. I apologize that you’ve been hearing nothing but silence when you’ve tuned it… I deeply apologize, it seems like I’m not the best host after all…. But, I still wish you luck on wherever your journey has taken you while I’ve been away…. Wherever you are….. I hope you’re happy out there…. And as always….

it is… once you get past the existential dread of the infinite cosmos, it’s actually quite beautiful here. As you guessed, there’s no light pollution here since the radio station is the only building around in many many light years. The sky is so much more colorful than simple black and white. There are reds, oranges, blues, purples, all swirling around in rocks and stardust. And sometimes you can even see creatures floating around in the void. Like a space whale or a turtle! They usually tend to keep away from the station, but sometimes if I’m lucky, a school of these creatures will swim past! When they do I’m able to study them and try to figure out how it all works. How they can swim among the nothingness. I theorize that it has something to do with gravity, which would explain why these creatures are either unbelievably large or swim in groups! Somehow they use their own gravity and the gravity of nearby celestial objects to move themselves around! This is only a theory however and I’m still trying to study them, it’s hard to compare notes when you’re the only researcher around, so take that with a grain of salt. But I still believe it’s a fascinating thing to study. Perhaps if I learn how these creatures maneuver around space, maybe I could learn how to steer the radio station so I can actually go somewhere rather than float around aimlessly! this hope is part of the “personal research” I mentioned last night. I think the only reason I’ve been allowed to remember that part of my research is because being able to move the station could technically improve my ability to study things up close. I have a really big and really effective telescope on the roof of the station, but seeing things through a lens can only do so much. I can only imagine what I could do if I got my hands on a little more of that stardust! If it can be used as a fuel source than maybe I could use it to improve my equipment so the radio waves have an easier time of actually reaching people! The stuff I have here is pretty old school but clearly it gets the job done if I can have listeners and callers, but there’s always room for improvement! I’ll be sure to tell you if I make any breakthroughs in this research, but in the meantime I’ve been able to reorganize my notes on a few old legends on an ancient city that I’m really excited to share! But that will be all for tonight. So thank you dear caller, and any other listeners that may be out there… reporting from a little radio station in space, the Nighttime Radio bids you a Goodnight and sweet dreams as you drift off into your own adventure within your unconscious mind… And as always…

Does that ever happen to you? Do you ever forget something dear to you without noticing?

Ah! Hello Caller! I apologize for not airing my channel in so long. There have been a few….issues… on my end of the radio that I needed to work on. One of which was my station having a small crash while in the void, so not only have I been trying to figure out what caused the crash, I’ve also had to reorganize my notes and records for the radio after the crash knocked everything off the shelves… breaking some of it…

as for the forgetfulness question, yes… in fact that’s part of the problem… but even outside that little incident it’s still a yes. Sometimes I feel like there are blanks in my memory, as if my story outside working on this radio was erasing itself… as if I was forgetting myself…… I theorize that this strange, selective amnesia has something to do with how I got here. In this odd, forgotten radio station drifting somewhere in the cosmos... I’ve been trying to record these things in a journal, but the pages were lost in the crash and I can’t seem to find them anywhere. And without them I can’t continue my more… personal research… or figure out why recently I’ve been constantly getting knocks on my door, or why there are crystals growing on the porch whenever it leaves… crystals I’ve noticed that match the ones I’ve strangely found growing on one of the chairs in the station… I would open the door to find out who, or what, is knocking. But whenever it happens, something in my head tells me not to open the door… and the warnings only get louder the closer I am to the door or windows… the crystals I’ve found growing around the station remind me of the ones Dullacha make… but I can’t figure out how or why a Dullacha would have arrived at the station door…

but I’m getting off topic. Yes, I tend to forget things often, even if they are dear to me… as always, thank you for your questions dear caller. I’ll try to figure things out and get back to more regularly scheduled stories, but for now… I wish you a good night from beyond the stars, and I hope you have wonderful dreams.

im glad! I’ve been working on figuring out how to improve my work. I’m thinking of taking multiple calls a night so I’m able to respond to shorter calls like this while maintaining optimal content for listener satisfaction! Stories won’t be as frequent as they used to be since I ended up getting too excited and taking on more than I could chew…so I wasn’t able to do enough research and fact checking as was necessary. leading to the stories not coming out as well as I would have hoped… im also fiddling with how stories should be told in general. Did you enjoy getting to see the stories up close? Or would you prefer to be in the comfort of your room? Do you want to continue with only settings, or would you like to hear about people and creatures? It’s a lot to consider…

I honestly don't know if the lack of such an event would be better or worse. At night, the sounds of droplets hitting the roof are sounds that keep me awake.

I don't know why.

I love the rain when I'm not trying to sleep , as long as thunder is absent. When I was little, me and my older sister would play in the rain. Now that I'm older such acts are uncommon, but sometimes I convince my little brother come kick puddles and we'd do so for hours.

Maybe the rain just isn't as fun when you're alone. . .

not in the… traditional sense… in the cold vacuum of space it’s more like hail… there isn’t water on the station to be made into rain so the closest thing I get is a hail of space rocks and chunks of ice… thankfully it never seems to damage the studio…

it sounds like you enjoy the rain. It sounds like fun to play in the rain and play in puddles. It’s things like that which usually evade my memory… it’s been so long that it feels like a distant dream…or something I had read out of a book… But…if I focus, I can almost hear the sound of the droplets hitting the cobblestone…how strange… I can only see the rain through my window…I’m not allowed outside…but why? if I focus harder I can imagine myself opening the window and climbing through… the rain is cold, but I continue walking down the cobbled path… it’s raining harder now… the water had seeped through my overcoat… I hadn’t brought an umbrella with me, for what reason, I couldn’t say… it’s so dark now that can hardly see where I’m going…I’m going… where am I going?… I’ve stopped walking for a moment to look at the sky…….I can feel the rain hitting my 0̸̟͙͛͐1̶̡̂0̷̻͈̈̎0̶͚̤̈́͑0̶̳͛1̷̭̃̿1̶̬̃0̶͎͔̿ ̸̤̀0̵̩͚͋̚1̴̡͍̓1̸͈̣͒̐0̸͍̩̾̋0̸̲̣͒0̶̨͔̅̏0̶̨͂̄1̸̤̐̓ ̴̜̾̽0̴̻͇̑1̶̧͇͐1̵̠̀̓0̷͇̃0̴̝͇̐0̴̧̛̅1̴̗̤̅1̸̙̜̊ ̷͓̩͛̊0̸̘̑̒1̷̩̔1̸͕̙̾͘0̸̳̇0̶̘̟̕1̵̨́0̶͙̍̕1̸̢͗

(a painful screech of static sounds from the radio. you cover your ears from the sound until it eventually stopped. There was a moment of pause, giving your ears time to stop ringing)

…I’m sorry about that… I’m not sure what happened just then… what was I thinking about? All I can hear is the sound of machinery whirring in my radio…

…I dare not continue any further… it appears that I’ve hit the boundary of my memory…I’m not allowed to……it’s there again….the feeling of being watched…there’s something listening from behind the door…no, from the frequency? …..I̶̛̘̽̃̚͠n̶̺̬̈́͗͆́ ̴̤͎͈̍͘m̵̨̰͊͐ỳ̵̡̝̝̭̙͌͘̚ ̶̛͈͂͊h̶̫͓͖̿̋e̶̠̘͐͋͌̚͝a̷̛̗̙͚̩̖̓d̷̛͙͖̳̚̚͝?̷̧͚̟̈̈́̏͘̕ͅ

(The radio host sounded panicked…)

When will I be allowed to eat the God of Death?

Will it be hours? Days? Months? Years? Decades? I crave the knowledge of knowing its taste, I want to take a bite out of it to satiate my curiousity.... Before I am torn to shreds, of course. The God of Death spares no one. But maybe it will let me live out of pity and amusement long enough to finally answer the question that I've been longing for. Afterall, no one has accomplished such a task so far, and I wish to make a name for myself in death, if I cannot make a name for myself in life...

ah yes…YOU

i recognize you…

For the last time, you are NOT allowed to eat Menahem. All this time you keep asking, but the answer will remain the same. Just because Menahem is kind and patient enough to spare you so far does not mean everyone else is. I hear Rashida has already sent her verdict, and that your punishment begins with the plague you now carry… how is that going by the way? With every word causing you pain? Clearly it hasn’t stopped you from making the call anyways, but I can certainly hear your suffering through the receiver… im sorry you had to hear that dear listener… that was merely a call from an… old friend… but never mind that, goodnight.

Sorry, it's not a problem, I just. . . I don't like the feeling of my chest being crushed resonating every time I go to bed.

Have you ever experienced an anxiety attack? Its kinda like that but more physical than mental.

Like the embodiment of heartbreak.

The kind of heartbreak where you need to cry but you can't, you physically can't, and the emotion just builds and builds and builds until it becomes overwhelming and you can't breathe so you're gasping for air but your lungs aren't strong enough so its only tiny inhales until you fall asleep. . .

. . .Y'know?

caller, I’m sorry that you feel that way. But I’m afraid I don’t know how to help you. I hope I am not being too assumptive, but to me it almost sounds like you are experiencing repression. But the repression of what, I cannot say. But if the pain centers in the chest then it must be a kind of emotional repression, yes?Sometimes emotional pain can be registered as physical pain because your brain knows it’s hurting, but it doesn’t understand from where. Something, or someone, has hurt you and then forced your silence… but then again I suppose you said lungs, not heart… so that may be incorrect… but it’s the explanation that makes the most sense…

Im afraid that’s the best guess I can make at the moment… my heart breaks for you dear caller… how I wish I could lend you a shoulder to cry on, and hold you until your sorrow fades, even if it’s only a little bit…

But I cannot… i can only wish you goodnight from beyond the void… so, goodnight dear caller…

So you’ve created someone new. Someone so small and full of love. A little adventurer who wants to see the world. Who has so much hope for life… you have created someone who has lost… your heart breaks for their sorrow… you want to lift them up and wipe away their tears…but you never really can… so you surround them with people to support them… you pour your heart and soul into them… and yet you never realize… that someone is you.

look at them again. Is there something you recognize? Maybe they have your dreams? Your pain? Your origin? Your temperament? Maybe they have what you always wanted. Maybe they have the things you lost. Maybe they have the same things you do, but never wanted. Maybe they share your experience. Maybe they’re the person you needed in your darkest moments. Maybe they are the person you weren’t able to help in the past. Do you see yourself?

take care of them. Learn from them. never let them go… never forget them…

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