OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

Your search history searches for you.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.