QOTD: "The elder gods went to Suggoth and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

The internet exploded. Not with the usual flurry of cat videos and political rants, but with baffled bewilderment. It all started with a single tweet, a cryptic yet undeniably iconic message: "The elder gods went to Suggoth and all I got was this lousy T-shirt." It was short, it was absurd, and within minutes, it became a meme, a hashtag, and a global conversation starter.

The question was, of course, what did it mean? Theories ran rampant. Was it commentary on the dwindling relevance of ancient deities in a modern world? A sarcastic dig at the consequences of summoning cosmic entities? A desperate plea for a better reward from a cosmic being?

Some claimed it was a coded message from a cult, others a discarded line from a rejected screenplay. Speculation spiralled, dragging in classic literature, fantasy novels, and even the occasional conspiracy theory about hidden government experiments.

The tweet's origins remained shrouded in mystery. The user, a self-described "cosmic enthusiast" going by the handle "@Elder_Nod," remained silent. A complete absence of past tweets, a profile picture of a blurry sky, and a follow list solely populated by accounts of ancient civilizations added to the intrigue. Some even theorized the account itself was a construct, a digital echo from a realm beyond our comprehension, a whispered message from the gods themselves.

As the days turned into weeks, the initial viral boom died down, but the mystery lingered. The "lousy T-shirt" became a symbol, a cultural touchstone, a wry reminder of the strange absurdity that often governs our universe.

Then, amidst the dwindling chatter, a response emerged. Another cryptic tweet from @Elder_Nod, this time with a picture of a T-shirt: a simple, woven design depicting a two-headed serpent coiled around a crescent moon. The caption read "Bought it at a goddamn garage sale. At least it's soft cotton."

The response addressed head-on the source of the confusion, deflating the grand theories and revealing a mundane truth. The universe, it seemed, can often be brilliantly, humorously underwhelming. Yet, the enduring fascination with the original tweet remained, a testament to our unwavering desire to find meaning, even in the most absurd of places.

We are, after all, cosmic beings clinging to meaning, forever hoping that the mysterious, unseen forces at play will bestow upon us something more than just a lousy T-shirt.