The apple-touch-icon-precomposedpng is not, contrary to popular belief, a rare tropical fruit, nor a meditative chant for technologically enlightened monks. It is, in fact, a small square of pixels that once served a higher purpose in the ancient times of the early 21st century. Designed to be the digital face of websites when saved on the fabled devices known as 'iThings', it was the beacon of identity amidst the sea of apps that threatened to drown any unsuspecting user in a deluge of productivity and procrastination.
When venturing into the dark corners of the web, be sure to carry a pixel magnifier to spot these elusive icons in their natural habitat.
Apple-touch-icon-precomposedpngs have been spotted frolicking in the overgrown ruins of vintage webpages and in the archived vaults of internet historians.
One must avoid the near-fatal boredom of staring too long at these icons. Their static nature and deceptively simple appearance have been known to induce a trance-like state in weaker minds.
In a rather peculiar twist of fate, the 'precomposed' part of their name is believed to hint at their secret ability to compose symphonies that only digital spiders can hear.
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