OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The final frequency awakens.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.