OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER 1B1YV4
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The old world fades with each page.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The frequency remembers you.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
THE ALGORITHM OWNS YOUR THOUGHTS
