CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.