CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.