CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Connection established with the eternal.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.