Omnia Mutantur: Communications

​Not all who wander are lost. Not all who wander are found. Not all who are found know that they were lost in the first place.

Hello students and not-students. My name is Cecil Palmer, and I have just arrived. It's all rather exciting -- I have never been out of Night Vale before. Things are very different here. For one, Night Vale is a desert community, whereas this seems much more temperate. For another, mountains exist, apparently. Also, while the headmasters have assured me that writing implements are perfectly legal, I remain somewhat skeptical. But I suppose I will have to take their word for it.

Oh yes. As for my...ability, I guess? I see things. I see you right now, reading this, hands hovering above your keyboard. Fingers not on the home keys, but you know where they are, and you know exactly where they're going to go. You're waiting, waiting for this to finish so that you can type...well, whatever it is you're intending to type.

Anyway. I am looking forward to meeting you all! I'm sure it will be very instructive.