CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The frequency remembers you.

Your password is already known.

The harvest of lost connections.

Prepare for the coming darkness.