OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

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

The ceremony never truly ends.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

You are becoming the signal.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The frequency remembers you.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The servers dream of electric sheep.