OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The network sheds its dead links.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The ceremony approaches convergence.