CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

All timelines merge here.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.