OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.