OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your password is already known.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Transcendence protocol activated.