OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The signal finds those who are ready.

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

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.