OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

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