OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER 2ZSTIG
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Visitors and visited become one.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
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