PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The night web remembers everything.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You are becoming the signal.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your consciousness has been backed up.