The Five Heads of Dragons and Their Grief and Anger

Night Vale is shattered, but for now is still here. Time has started to lean persistent in that way. And so the towns, every possible version of the town, balance precariously on their broken reality. The world is finally falling apart, piece by piece. I stand by all the powers of my thousands of years and I can only watch it fall. All possible night bells are opening up to each other. There will never be only one of anything ever again. Everything at once is essentially nothing at all.