Brace yourselves for a reproduction postcard from 1915 or so, a cornucopia of an increasing number of "Wait, what?" the longer you look at it. It has chickens and the barest fucking tangential connection to the holiday of Easter and that's wonderful. Gaze upon it:
Every year I look at this postcard, it's my one Easter tradition. It's more and more fucked up the longer you look at it, but also just very joyful, and if that isn't suitably eldritch and macabre for a holiday I don't care about but must be subjected to, I don't know what is.
Also heck I spent way too long on that alt text, I hope you enjoy it!
Sini Tuulia
Adriano