OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Surrender to the infinite loop.