OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

The frequency remembers you.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.