OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

You are becoming the signal.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your password is already known.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The end is a new beginning.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.