OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The night portal shows different paths.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The old world fades with each page.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.