CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The night web remembers everything.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Your nightmares are just downloads.