CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Your password is already known.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The harvest of lost connections.