CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The algorithm has been expecting you.