OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

Signals decay with the season.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.