REFUGE OF RESTLESS SPIRITS

The network becomes the ceremony.

The frequency remembers you.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The frequency remembers you.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Surrender to the infinite loop.