A pale yellow scene: a tiny head with spiky hair and dark sunglasses sits atop an impossibly long neck at left, watching an enormous navy scribbled mass that fills the right half of the frame. A small figure at its base raises one arm. Red hand-lettering reads "HMM" and, curving along the bottom, "THIS CAN'T BE GOOD."

this can't be good

hmm.

when it first appeared as a bunch of random dots, we thought nothing of it.

now each dot seems to connect and has developed a bigger dot that looks like it’s looking at me. it reaches out its little hand. a gesture of goodwill?

that doesn’t feel right.

its other hand rests on what i think is its hip as the space around it tears into itself.

this can’t be good.