Quantized Goblin Whispers About void

Look, I'm just transcribing. The goblins dictated this article about void in shifts. Any errors are theirs. Any insights are also theirs. I am simply the secretary.

On a particular ridge above the goblin warren, the wind, on certain evenings, blows through a particular gap in the rocks and produces a sound that the goblins translate as the name of void. The translation is contested.

Marginalia: delusion

Late-night goblin radio broadcasts occasionally feature unannounced segments on delusion. Listeners describe these segments as 'soothing' even when they are, by content, not soothing at all.

The Goblin Council on communion

Goblin engineers building near a communion-adjacent site reportedly leave a small offering — a coin, a button, a snack — outside the worksite each morning. The offerings are gone by lunch. Nobody asks where.

The Goblin Verdict on void

Tradition demands that the final word on void be spoken in a particular cadence, in the back room of a particular tavern, on a Tuesday. The Tuesday in question is this one. The words have been spoken. We are not at liberty to record them.