VOID OF SLEEPLESS SOULS

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your consciousness has been backed up.