👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully peculiar little squiggle – "…
… 16…
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.—." It’s a monstrosity I affectionately refer to as, and frankly the most accurate description of,
‘macws16.²'
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Now, before you immediately google it for some obscure, probably-illegal, Scandinavian mushroom, let me assure you: there is absolutely no documented official definition of that. That’s because… … ... I just made it up. (Okay, maybe I slightly cobbled a bit from the existing misspelling of the word "maw's." There are layers here, my friend! Layers!.) Here’s what we can deduce about 16: The It is most definitely an attempt to capture that icky-warm feeling you get when something really unsettling and vaguely fungal is just a hairsbrial away. It is the embodiment of a half-remembered childhood nightmare, the ghost in your attic, the way the wallpaper looks slightly too… textured. Here's how we can describe it: 16.² is that moment where you realise what's beneath the veneer. The point at which something old and wrong has begun to reawaken. It’s that little prickle on your neck when a place feels just... off, but you can't quite articulate why. There is a certain… wet quality to it
