PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your search history searches for you.

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

Falling data like digital leaves.

Your IP address was written in the stars.