The Lights of Nightvale

Lea did not feel mourning, grief or sadness. She supposed that those feelings would not come. But emotions are not domestic creatures that can be summoned with a whistle. They are wild and they move as they please. Try as she might to access her sadness, lea couldit. What she could find, to her horror and shame, was relief. And she felt absolutely free and completely relieved. As she stood there, a silver craft descended from the sky. It rotated above her, brilliant multicoloured lights coming from windows on all s. Then it rose back up into the sky until it was indistinguishable from all the other wandering stars.