Within the vast universe, even the greatest of gods and demons are not infallible. As such, an error has been discovered within the Impossible Library's automated systems. The daemon imps responsible for communications have, in true daemon form, employed an antiquated communiqué. It is with the deepest regrets that you have been the target of such a cruel and unfair prank by the servitors of the Library.
While it is late in coming, and trust may have been damaged by their mischievous interference, please accept this proper welcome to our dimensional archives:
You have discovered The Impossible!
You've just unlocked a collection that should not exist—stories decoded from the static between radio frequencies, demonic scrilla that write themselves onto the inside of your skull, fiction smuggled from alternate timelines, and drafts digitized and burned upon neon and glass.
Every week, you'll discover at least one of the following:
Serial chapters that slip through the folds of aethereal rifts, and into our realm.
Short stories distilled from dreams and distant, half-remembered conversations.
Early drafts of projects still forming in the synaptic ooze of the collective imaginations.
Your key to this impossible collection now lives within your digital mailbox. For the full experience—complete archives and distraction-free reading—step through the weblink or utilize the Substack app on your portable device.
Welcome to the library that exists only because you believe it does.
—Hyboreal, The Archivist