About this cartoon

Some prophecies involve fire, or floods, or a chosen one. This one just says GM, every morning, forever.

It was written before anyone remembers writing it - the same two letters, posted on a loop, treated with more reverence than the content could possibly justify. Nobody questions it anymore. Nobody's supposed to.

Call it ritual, call it liturgy, call it the one constant in a timeline that changes everything else daily. GM was foretold. GM returns.