Broadcasting from somewhere between aisle five and the void, D-Z-Z-Y Radio makes its debut.

Host Dizzy, checks in from the PA office of The Drunk Dragonfly.

A once-normal gift shop and roadside attraction, now drifting freely through space, time, and whatever’s leaking out of the portal above the register.

Strange things fall in. Stranger things crawl out. The mic’s on, the signal’s fuzzy, and reality is doing that thing it does when no one’s supervising.

Welcome to the broadcast. Try not to look directly at the velvet cube.