ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Connection established with the eternal.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.