I really should pay more attention in math. I am retaking the same class I took last year. But you know what? There's fanfiction to write. And it's not like I failed the class or anything. I just didn't understand any of it. But anyway, please read and review. Thanks 3
"Cecil, look outside," Carlos ordered over the phone. "You have got to see what's happening in the sky."
"If you'll excuse me for a minutes, listeners," Cecil said, throwing open the studio window and leaning out, looking up at the sky.
The sky was a turbulent, painful, dark, cloudy red. Thousands of burning lights fell across the sky, scattered to the ends of the earth. The sky seemed to scream as the lights flashed across it cloudy belly.
"Listeners," Cecil said, softly, reverently, as he sat back down, still looking out the window at the sky. "I don't know if you've seen the sky…" He trailed off, stirred by a strange emotion he'd never felt before. "It's… It's beautiful. So painfully beautiful."
A reverent, saddened hush fell over the entirety of Night Vale. No one knew what was falling from the sky or why they felt so sad watching the lights burn the painful sky. Cecil stood at the window, gripping the sill tightly. "What are you?" he asked the mournful lights in a quiet, emotional whisper.
And almost in response, a voice, coming from the direction of Old Woman Josie's house, rose in an anguished, wailing song that filled the desert night. It was joined by innumerable others. The dirge continued until the final lights flashed across the sky.
Night Vale remained silent, watching as the sky faded from its painful, dark red to a pale, anguished blue.
"Listeners," Cecil began tenderly. "I don't quite know what we just saw or why we saw it. There is nothing I can say. Even the greatest of words fall so very short. Well… Good night, Night Vale. Good night."