CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

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

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.