CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The old world fades with each page.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The network sheds its dead links.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.