VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Your search history searches for you.

The network sheds its dead links.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your password is already known.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The network becomes the ceremony.