PAVILION OF MIDNIGHT DOWNLOADS

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The old world fades with each page.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The old world fades with each page.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

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

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.