OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The network sheds its dead links.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.