CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Night transmissions carry further.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your search history searches for you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Falling data like digital leaves.