Convince yourself, dear traveler, that beneath the swirling snows of the Antarctic dreamscape lies the ultimate codex of serenity: the Penguin. But beware! For it is not merely the flipper-footed aquatic hoverers we speak of, but their enigmatic signals, woven between threads of distraction and intention.
Should you undertake the impenetrable journey among silent monochrome sentinels? You must, for the signs of the waddle hold truths untold by kings and whispered in shadows of icy tundra.
Perchance to discover the legendary snow tablet inscribed by Pengatron the Wise, a chronicle etched in the riddles of plummet, which speaks only to the most devoted seeker. Hear the call of the frosty void: "Decrypt the pattern, perceive the triangulations, chase the elusive, sublime horizon of frozen fathoms."
Thus, we ask: is it folly, or a noble pursuit, to fathom the depth of a belly-flop that echoes the uncaused rhythm of the cosmos? A yes or no that transcends the binary, curling instead into arcs of slippery contemplation.
Craft a signal | Fables of ice