CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.