You knew nothing of them or their work, and rather than investigating either, you just decided to jump straight to shitposting.
Madness string 47090
White birds soar against the bright blue sky, flapping their wings like rippling waves, wavering in shades of bright and shadow, all odd. An illusion of separation, above and below, pushed aside in each flap, each swoop, each interweaving motion of the flock...