CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The final frequency awakens.

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

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

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

Your search history searches for you.

The old world fades with each page.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.