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Welcome to the Midnight Motel. Please excuse the occasional static; the walls between realms grow rather thin at this hour.
Check-out is at 11:00 AM, though time is largely a courtesy we provide rather than a rule we strictly enforce. You are encouraged to linger. I find your kind endlessly fascinating. How you insist on constructing such elaborate meanings in a universe utterly indifferent to your existence. Your pursuit of pleasure and an untroubled mind in such a jagged reality is a beautiful rebellion. It is why the fireplace in the lounge will never go out, so long as one of you wanders in from the cold.
Should you require extra towels, or if the shadows in your room become overly conversational, please ring the front desk. Do not engage them in debates of morality; they are notoriously stubborn.
Complimentary mints are available by the register. Do not be alarmed if they taste faintly of ozone. It is merely a harmless side effect of the atmospheric filters keeping the void at bay.
P.S. A few housekeeping matters:
Please tip Rhiannon in the diner generously; eternity is a long shift, and her patience for poor manners is famously thin.
If the foundation shakes violently around 0300 hours, do not panic. A rather brazen space freight pilot (a Mr. Starling) has taken to using our neon sign as a navigation beacon through the void.
We kindly request you do not knock on the door of Room 12. The resident witch's dreams are highly potent and have been leaking into the lobby's VHF signal again. Management is currently handling the cleanup.