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Stay Safe, Stay Strange.

by Sebastian Michaels
Chapter 1
And so, wanderer of the late-night dial,
our tale draws closed like the curtain
on a stage that never learned
which actors were real.

The fairgrounds grow quiet now.
The lights hum softly,
as if retelling the story to themselves.
Somewhere beneath the soil,
wax paper settles,
chain sighs against chain,
and that old ledger waits
for another pair of curious hands.

Perhaps it will be yours.
Perhaps it already has been.

We leave behind the voices that rose from its pages,
those drifting whispers with no faces,
their words spinning like dust
across forgotten highways.
If you listen closely on your way home,
you may still hear them
tucked between the static of a dying radio,
caught in the crease
where memory folds itself thin.

The neon sky is steady again,
though a few lamps blink twice
as if deciding what truth to keep.
The wire that spoke has gone silent,
but silence, my friend,
is only a resting version of sound.

If your house feels a touch colder tonight,
if your shadows fall a little longer than before,
do not be alarmed.
Stories such as these
rarely stay within their borders.
They trail behind us,
soft as footprints,
loud as destiny.

Until next time,
keep your lantern trimmed,
keep your wits sharp,
and keep your heart steady
when the world tilts strange.

For in The Strangest Unknown,
the tale never truly ends.
It only waits
for the right listener.