CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The network sheds its dead links.

You are becoming the signal.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.