OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The end is a new beginning.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.