The Seers of the Esoteric Order of Discordian Gentlemen are no strangers to the eldritch strangeness abroad upon the Astral realms.
Only the bravest dare to scry the edges of dimensions, not bound by place or time, where only glimpses of patterns in the Chaos give some sense of Euclidean geometry.
Not all survive, of course, but some live long enough to tell their tale.
Alas, so it was that one such unfortunate was discovered scrawling upon the walls, a symbol, while repeating the words:
“That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
One Batch, Two Batch. Penny and Dime.”
Over and over again!