VESTIBULE OF NIGHT VISIONS

The harvest of lost connections.

The network sheds its dead links.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network sheds its dead links.

Signals decay with the season.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Prepare for the coming darkness.