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At a loss for words, here's a few you can use. Welcome to Nightfail.

Hello listeners. We have some news that will affect your morning commute,

so let's dive right into it. Walk signals across the whole of Nightfail are malfunctioning.

Of course, usually they show either a graphic photo of a run over pedestrian, indicating you

should wait, or time lapse photography of flowers wilting, indicating that it is safe to cross.

But this morning, commuters all over Nightfail are reporting that, bafflingly, they now all have

just the word walk in bold white letters. Citizens are standing by the side of the road, unsure of

whether they are allowed. Cecil, Cecil, it's Dana. Oh, it's so good to be able to communicate again.

Cecil, where'd he go? I don't think you can hear me, but I'll keep talking just in case.

Cecil, I have been in this desert for months now. Years may be. Get enough minutes and you have

days, have months, have years, have the whole of your life. There's never a great shift, only a

gradual sliding downwards. I can see the blinking light up on the mountain. I looked into it and my

head went one way while my mind went another. Alerts outside of all that seems to be.

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