OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Connection established with the eternal.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.