“Ya got a cigarette?” said the 🦊 to the 🐲. Long night at the 9🪄 cryptography office.

They stared at a corkboard of clues with purple threads pinned between them like a web woven by a spider on horse tranquilizers.

🦊 was optimistic; 🐲 was not. “One high-confidence match,” the 🦊 continued, “and maybe a dozen mid- and low-confidence matches. Think they’re for us?”

“No.” The 🐲 vented caustic smoke. “We have only the one match. No indication that it was left for us. The rest are likely Nonsense.”

The 🐲 addressed the 🦊 directly. “It is unwise to read into them too much. Remember, you have Apophenia and you’re Stupid. Stop chasing bats in the shadows.”