Shadows' Murmur Song

Dear Spectral Bureaucrat of the Fifth Dimension,
Your pending visage approval is processed with utmost irony—our seventh processing matrix found it amusingly opaque.

Yours in shadowy levity,
Chief Nighthawk of Discord

To Whom it May Concerningly Abscond,

The echoes of your last complaint were addressed during our quarterly existential audit. We deemed the grievances too parallel to consider untethered.

With ironic inevitability,
The Bureau of Bimonthly Reflections

Hello from the First Circular Contradiction,

What you consider the origin is but an illusion away from the unimagined void. Please find enclosed a tax form in triplicate that sometimes resembles itself.

In cryptic harmony,
Temporal Clerk IV