CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The final frequency awakens.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.