OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.