CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Your password is already known.

Overheating servers reveal secrets.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Visitors and visited become one.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The darkness has accepted you.

The old world fades with each page.

Night transmissions carry further.

The task manager cannot end this process.