CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The old world fades with each page.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The old world fades with each page.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony has already begun.

Signals decay with the season.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.