Welcome, brave interpreter of the esoteric static.
It is only after your third glance, with eyes squinting and mind twitched, that you might realize...
That "...shibble fib bleh behhh...", was less an alien transmission and more a deeply personal toast
to the Elder Lizard Gods of Mornings Lost. Trust us.
Fractal mind reads:
Another secret is the skepticism behind the owl's eye, which we assume rhymes with... "Static al geehaw knobs, as the chicken clucks in code." But have no fear, your third glance interprets all.
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