CATHEDRAL OF DARK WEB DREAMS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

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

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.