Butter

Suspended in a digitized loop between universes, memories of the three peaks are fading fast. It’s unclear now if the three moons ever existed, or are an actual ad agency from a capitalist hellscape dimension. One thing is certain: TV rots the brain.

Silently, Peregrinus screams into the pixelated möbius of his own making: “I should never have watched that f*!#ing butter commercial.”

Buttery distorted commercial audio responds endlessly, uncaring.